tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51529913684135086022018-09-16T23:03:05.182-07:00The K TrainKaty Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-56513821660594354782015-10-06T09:36:00.001-07:002015-10-06T09:36:46.463-07:00T's NewbornsI just have to tell y'all. Stephanie with Stephanie Aldridge Photography. If y'all ever need any photos done, you should check her out! She was here for hours because my children were SO uncooperative. I was so nervous they didn't give her anything. But that's the thing about Stephanie. She gets the shots that nobody can. I got these pics back and am in LOVE with them.<br /><div><br /></div><div>So thank you Steph SO much! You are beyond AMAZING!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MxZ1XEX_A8/VhP3BgZ7MmI/AAAAAAAAEoc/iuhycqMYxWI/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--MxZ1XEX_A8/VhP3BgZ7MmI/AAAAAAAAEoc/iuhycqMYxWI/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-9.jpg" width="211" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I will say that Chewy was my most cooperative child. And even then, sometimes he was a pain!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIoDZ45lpTQ/VhP2ps2gRiI/AAAAAAAAElU/HZacVdxa82c/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-16%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIoDZ45lpTQ/VhP2ps2gRiI/AAAAAAAAElU/HZacVdxa82c/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-16%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pE2GIj2M8LI/VhP2p3rJv3I/AAAAAAAAElc/zVSwiH_doMo/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pE2GIj2M8LI/VhP2p3rJv3I/AAAAAAAAElc/zVSwiH_doMo/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-18.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LOVE!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsRVhiyzqpo/VhP21C2H5DI/AAAAAAAAEm0/jvCipYzeKu4/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wsRVhiyzqpo/VhP21C2H5DI/AAAAAAAAEm0/jvCipYzeKu4/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-46.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGjOc5Ixtrk/VhP23BIMj5I/AAAAAAAAEnI/Ea7uT-bcl5o/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UGjOc5Ixtrk/VhP23BIMj5I/AAAAAAAAEnI/Ea7uT-bcl5o/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-51.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are times when he looks EXACTLY like Mase!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kVzH7bqJbDg/VhP260hxHWI/AAAAAAAAEno/smj5Urrv07g/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-65.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kVzH7bqJbDg/VhP260hxHWI/AAAAAAAAEno/smj5Urrv07g/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-65.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mnvas1hosu0/VhP28_uij3I/AAAAAAAAEn4/T8FzWhgWlf0/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mnvas1hosu0/VhP28_uij3I/AAAAAAAAEn4/T8FzWhgWlf0/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-67.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXvfajRE4Ic/VhP28QuwUaI/AAAAAAAAEn0/LPOA_UAdAeg/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXvfajRE4Ic/VhP28QuwUaI/AAAAAAAAEn0/LPOA_UAdAeg/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-74.jpg" width="211" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And in between getting T ready, she even got some awesome shots of my big boy!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXlt5MImC-0/VhP2-hvOdNI/AAAAAAAAEoE/WL-FPF27Hfo/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-76.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXlt5MImC-0/VhP2-hvOdNI/AAAAAAAAEoE/WL-FPF27Hfo/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-76.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvVVwWRAgpk/VhP2_4D5cyI/AAAAAAAAEoM/GOte0WuRGBI/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VvVVwWRAgpk/VhP2_4D5cyI/AAAAAAAAEoM/GOte0WuRGBI/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-79.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1_vtmuD3_g/VhP3AAoRqJI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/8hpxKJgx9nY/s1600/Turner%2BNewborn-80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1_vtmuD3_g/VhP3AAoRqJI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/8hpxKJgx9nY/s320/Turner%2BNewborn-80.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Make sure to check Steph out at stephaniealdridgephotography.com or like her page on Facebook! Thank you again Steph SO much!&nbsp;</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-52403843382493795102015-10-06T09:21:00.001-07:002015-10-06T09:21:41.229-07:00The Second Greatest GiftHello Everyone! Still catching up on the 23489235783294 things that y'all have missed! This is another BIG announcement.<br /><br />On August 31st, we welcomed our second greatest human joy to the family! This birthing story isn't as great as the first one. I'll try to keep it short, but you know how that goes!<br /><br />3:00 am - Woke up to some Braxton Hicks that lead to contractions. They were very sporadic and weren't that painful so I wasn't sure if it was THE TIME.<br /><br />4:30 am - These are contractions. They are still sporadic but ranging anywhere from 5-8 minutes apart lasting about 1-3 minutes. Pain is still tolerable. My older sister, Sarah (side note *she is about 8 months pregnant and could go ANY day as well), woke up around 3:30 and was talking with but has since gone back to sleep. At this point, I figure that I should let Josh know that I am having contractions and to get ready. So I sweetly reach over and gently shake his shoulder. Nothing. I wait about 10 minutes and do it again. Not even a stir. Hello sir! I am trying to be nice and wake you up to tell you that the third greatest thing (counting marriage) to ever happen to us is going to arrive today and you are sleeping like the dead! Finally, after about 10 more minutes I roughly wake him up and tell him that I am having contractions. One thing you have to remember about my husband is he is an absolute BEAR in the mornings or if you wake him up. His response? "Okay!" as he rolls back over to go to sleep. EXCUSE ME?! I punch him in the arm and tell him again that I am having contractions. He asks me how far apart they are and if we need to go to the hospital. After talking briefly about how they aren't that close yet, he says alright and AGAIN rolls back over to sleep because "there's nothing he can do." As much as I want to sock him in the face, I know that he is right so I go back to reading a book on my iPad.<br /><br />5:30 am - I decide that I am going to get in the shower and wash my hair because there is no telling when this is going to happen again. Mr. Bear is still sleeping and having a snoring contest with Chewy. I get out of the shower and dry my hair when I notice that things are starting to get a little more active.<br /><br />6:45 am - Contractions are about 4 minutes apart last 2-3 minutes. I am now having to do the hippo breathing (this is the sound I make - I always feel like it's what hippos breathe like. Maybe it's because I feel and look like a hippo??) through my contractions due to the invisible knife that is going in and out of my low abdomen and back. I guess I am faking it really well because Mr. Bear is not convinced that I am having contractions. He has the balls to ask me if I'm sure that this is THE TIME. I politely inform him that if he doesn't get his @$$ up and get ready to go that it will be THE TIME to physically assault him! (That is the web-friendly version of what I tell him)<br /><br />7:10 am - As I'm making sure my bag is packed, Mr. Bear decides that he forgot to do something at work that just HAD to be done right now. Before we went to the hospital. Murder. He takes off to work (which is about 10 minutes away minus all the traffic. But guess what? Morning traffic STINKS around here so it will take him for-ev-er!) while I wake up and get Mase ready. Have you ever tried getting a two year old ready while having contractions? As I am trying to change his diaper and get clothes on I am hit with a massive contraction. I have found that walking through contractions make it hurt less so here I am walking circles around the room while hippo breathing. Mase finds this absolutely hysterical and begins giggle fits as he claps his hands for more. At least I'm amusing to someone.<br /><br />7:30 am - Mase is dressed. Contractions are 3-4 minutes apart lasting about 3 minutes. I am calling the nurse to talk to them. As I am talking to her and juggling Mase, she asks me if I can breathe through the pain. How bad is the pain? But can you breathe through it? She keeps asking these same questions like she does not believe I am in labor. I know this is labor and WHY ISN'T ANYONE BELIEVING ME?! I ended up snapping at her that "yes, I can breathe them. I can walk upright through them. Yes they ARE CONTRACTIONS." I am about to commit murder at this point when she tells me to come on in the hospital - even though by her tone I can tell that she still doesn't believe I am actually in labor. What's left to do now? Keep walking in circles around the downstairs. Meanwhile Mase thinks this is the best game EVER and is running behind me giggling like a little school girl. He even is mocking my hippo breathing LOL. Good thing he is cute!<br /><br />8:00 am - Joshy FINALLY gets back from work. We are heading to drop Mase off and head to the hospital. It now hits me that his little world is about to be rocked. I squeeze him extra tight as goes into Granny's. Even though my husband will never claim this, I know that he did not believe that I was in labor. He says it's because I was so calm and it didn't look like I was in that much pain. To make matters worse, on the way to the hospital I only had 4 contractions over the hour trip due to traffic. I'm not sure what it is, but the second I knew we were going to the hospital, my contractions went from every 2-3 minutes lasting 2-3 minutes to only having 4 contractions the entire ride there. Are you kidding me?! Since it was 8 am and my doctors office (which is at the hospital) was open, we decided to ask if the doctors could check me before we went to the hospital - especially since husband and on-call nurse kept acting like I wasn't in labor, now I was starting to wonder if I was overreacting.<br /><br />9:00 am - After the longest walk ever to the doctors office with 3 contractions and I had 2 more contractions while waiting in line to check in at the doctor's we are checked in and waiting. I love the nurses at the doctor's office because they saw how much pain I was in and immediately called me back. Contractions are now down to 1-3 minutes apart lasting 3-4 minutes. After discussing with the doctor and nurse - which were still really calm - they were going to check to see how dilated I was. Come on people, I am in labor here and in pain! The doctor checked me and his head immediately shot up to the nurse. He then told her that she needed to call the hospital and prepare a room FAST. Guess what?! I was 5 cm dilated. I wanted to scissor-kick everyone in that room along with the on-call nurse in. the. face. I was so happy. Nobody wanted believe the whale-lady and looks who's about to birth a kid like. right. now. As I was leaving, the doctor and nurse asked if I wanted to come teach the birthing classes because apparently I was way too calm to be 5 cm. So what this means is I should have started round-housing people the second I walked in the room. Note taken.<br /><br />9:15 am - We walk into the maternity ward to check in. Contractions are a minute apart lasting 3-4 minutes. GET ME AN EPIDURAL STAT! In walks the HOTTEST doctor ever. Seriously. It should be against the law to have a hot delivery doctor. He checks me and in the short walk over I have dilated to 6.5 cm. WHERE IS THAT EPIDURAL?! Apparently you have to have at least 1 bag of fluid before getting the epidural. I do not have that long to wait until I am past no return. I will say that I had the BEST nurse ever. She got the bag started first then gave me paperwork because she knew I was not going to last that long. She immediately called the Anesthesiologist to tell her that I needed one now.<br /><br />Side note: I have low platelets. Throughout my entire pregnancy, they have continued to watch them especially in the last trimester because that's when platelets begin to drop. If you have below 100 then you cannot get an epidural. Mine have been consistently 120 which is still really low from what I understand. But my doctors have told me that this would not be a problem.<br /><br />9:45 am - It is now 9:45 am - WHERE IS MY EPIDURAL?! Because of the low platelets, the anesthesiologist was very hesitant and did not want to give me the epidural. Usually they test your platelets the day of. But considering I was already 6.5 cm dilated and this was my second child (which means that labor takes less time than the first), they did not have time to test my platelets. Then the nurse, the beautiful, magnificent, glorious nurse told Ms. A that if I didn't get the epidural now, I wouldn't be able to have one. While they are arguing about this, my contractions are lasting 5 minutes and I am only having 1-2 minutes break. I literally feel like someone is stabbing me in my uterus. My wonderful husband is trying everything he can do but not panic because he knows that I am in so much pain.<br /><br />10:00 am - EPIDURAL IS IN THE ROOM! My wonderful nurse finally got Ms. A to agree to do it. Which to Ms. A's defense, she told me that she wouldn't put anything in my body that she wouldn't put in hers and that's why she would so hesitant to do this. She wanted to make sure that I would be okay. Blah blah blah, I don't care what happens at this point just give me the epidural. As they bring in the epidural cart, they have also called the delivery cart just in case anything happens.<br /><br />Let me just say that I am so glad that I did not see what the epidural looks like. My poor husband saw that needle and went ghostly white. He claims that it's because he didn't eat breakfast that morning. I know it's because of the 27348398754 inch needle they put in your spine! But I was so proud of him for waiting until after it was in so he could hold my hand and distract me before having to sit down. So then the wonderful nurse had to call in someone to bring him juice and crackers - pansy! LOL I guess it was a running joke because she said to the other nurse that brought him the snacks "dad's in IT and is about to go down." I giggled every time.<br /><br />10:10 am - I am in heaven. No more pain, I can't even feel my lower half. This is glorious! Now it's just waiting time.<br /><br />At 11:35 am - WonderNurse comes in and says that it is time to start pushing. Ms. A must have been dang good because I did not feel him drop through to the exit!<br /><br />11:55 am - Out comes our little Turner Alan, weighing 8 lbs 13 ounces and 21.5 inches long. Big boy!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-Hp6muj3cM/VhPvftdUITI/AAAAAAAAEj4/aLRYMOocfXA/s1600/image1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-Hp6muj3cM/VhPvftdUITI/AAAAAAAAEj4/aLRYMOocfXA/s320/image1.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spy_tk9j8S4/VhPvftA5ChI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/e8PE2bIg2LA/s1600/image2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spy_tk9j8S4/VhPvftA5ChI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/e8PE2bIg2LA/s320/image2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcWIND-xunc/VhPvgMLFODI/AAAAAAAAEkM/qar-1VtNLm8/s1600/image3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcWIND-xunc/VhPvgMLFODI/AAAAAAAAEkM/qar-1VtNLm8/s320/image3.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URTz4bKyJww/VhPvgP0ZA7I/AAAAAAAAEkI/CYFilBuNT9U/s1600/image4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URTz4bKyJww/VhPvgP0ZA7I/AAAAAAAAEkI/CYFilBuNT9U/s320/image4.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KY-2LhjaPho/VhPvhKhRJYI/AAAAAAAAEk8/81sTLYuBUHM/s1600/image5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KY-2LhjaPho/VhPvhKhRJYI/AAAAAAAAEk8/81sTLYuBUHM/s320/image5.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5LOfCALPG6w/VhPvhQKLQFI/AAAAAAAAEkY/C2WeetbGb7Y/s1600/image6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5LOfCALPG6w/VhPvhQKLQFI/AAAAAAAAEkY/C2WeetbGb7Y/s320/image6.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXQMmRLbdmQ/VhPvhlRl8LI/AAAAAAAAEkc/PqDvKoJj_5g/s1600/image7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AXQMmRLbdmQ/VhPvhlRl8LI/AAAAAAAAEkc/PqDvKoJj_5g/s320/image7.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8R4dvt_JI8/VhPviAcZm7I/AAAAAAAAEks/KL0AL_j2JzY/s1600/image8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8R4dvt_JI8/VhPviAcZm7I/AAAAAAAAEks/KL0AL_j2JzY/s320/image8.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1inz_kSVzNk/VhPvit9mkJI/AAAAAAAAEkk/vJXvDJ5716w/s1600/image9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1inz_kSVzNk/VhPvit9mkJI/AAAAAAAAEkk/vJXvDJ5716w/s320/image9.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUpXgaaIFFk/VhPvfrqXALI/AAAAAAAAEj8/GvgDmYU5has/s1600/image10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUpXgaaIFFk/VhPvfrqXALI/AAAAAAAAEj8/GvgDmYU5has/s320/image10.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />I was so worried about how my heart could be any bigger. Would my love for Mase shrink to make room for T? No. My heart grew twice as big that day. We thank God every day for you and love you SO much! You have completed our family and we are so proud to be your parents.Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-28172224035124131142015-09-28T11:38:00.002-07:002015-09-28T11:38:45.840-07:00ChewbaccaSURPRISE!!! The blog is back - for a little while at least! Considering my last post was over a year ago, I have a lot of catching up to do. We will start with one of the new members of our clan: Chewbacca.&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>The summer and fall after Mase turned one, we had been toying around with the idea of getting a puppy. I wanted another baby so this was Joshy's way of holding me off for a while <strike>jokes on you Joshy! Mommy always wins!!</strike>. We also both grew up with dogs and wanted Mase to experience that relationship as well.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>So our search for the perfect breed began. If you know me, this meant I had 5728942830432 different notebooks full of research on different dog breeds. We wanted a dog that would be great with infants, low maintenance, low energy, not high risks medically, etc. We finally narrowed down the list and then I began to talk to different breeders as well to ask their opinions - given their experience I'm sure they would know best. We finally narrowed down our breed:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJC3e3L2Mko/VglURPjfRLI/AAAAAAAAEf0/F37e1mKur7s/s1600/IMG_8428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJC3e3L2Mko/VglURPjfRLI/AAAAAAAAEf0/F37e1mKur7s/s320/IMG_8428.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet Chewbacca - Chewy for short. He is a newfoundland and will become Mase's best friend/ partner in crime. At this point, Chewy is 10 weeks old weighing close to 20 lbs. He has been the absolute BEST dog. The research that I did paid off because we could not have found a more tolerant dog with an infant. I'm telling you for small children, this breed is THE BEST!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v8A4SuoLEwg/VglUPp7lmzI/AAAAAAAAEfY/TucmPh6VWU8/s1600/IMG_8404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v8A4SuoLEwg/VglUPp7lmzI/AAAAAAAAEfY/TucmPh6VWU8/s320/IMG_8404.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djz-Ge-RUMU/VglUPkGakJI/AAAAAAAAEfU/d7qwkOMo8e4/s1600/IMG_8409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-djz-Ge-RUMU/VglUPkGakJI/AAAAAAAAEfU/d7qwkOMo8e4/s320/IMG_8409.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Bqc5MvnApk/VglUP_kM7CI/AAAAAAAAEfc/uGB51K-f6WQ/s1600/IMG_8416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Bqc5MvnApk/VglUP_kM7CI/AAAAAAAAEfc/uGB51K-f6WQ/s320/IMG_8416.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfXEhT5l3XA/VglUQa6FURI/AAAAAAAAEfs/nIKB-iRIWg0/s1600/IMG_8420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfXEhT5l3XA/VglUQa6FURI/AAAAAAAAEfs/nIKB-iRIWg0/s320/IMG_8420.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cao2YGyX2BI/VglUQ1u3mFI/AAAAAAAAEfw/QbyPxlWm8JQ/s1600/IMG_8423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cao2YGyX2BI/VglUQ1u3mFI/AAAAAAAAEfw/QbyPxlWm8JQ/s320/IMG_8423.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1plY6pbkno/VglURed0tdI/AAAAAAAAEf4/Q4BqcqB5S9I/s1600/IMG_8449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1plY6pbkno/VglURed0tdI/AAAAAAAAEf4/Q4BqcqB5S9I/s320/IMG_8449.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NuzuaB6IU6U/VglUSTpxrRI/AAAAAAAAEgU/KCryYAbH0k4/s1600/IMG_8457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NuzuaB6IU6U/VglUSTpxrRI/AAAAAAAAEgU/KCryYAbH0k4/s320/IMG_8457.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SAzcmTDftg/VglUSYDUp8I/AAAAAAAAEgM/lGpeJaU-Rf0/s1600/IMG_8458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SAzcmTDftg/VglUSYDUp8I/AAAAAAAAEgM/lGpeJaU-Rf0/s320/IMG_8458.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CTvJOnH_po/VglUSXKn95I/AAAAAAAAEgI/43H4G_48xc4/s1600/IMG_8462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5CTvJOnH_po/VglUSXKn95I/AAAAAAAAEgI/43H4G_48xc4/s320/IMG_8462.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chewy attempting to participate in bath time. This will never change.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sND-flPnGgg/VglUTFCv6rI/AAAAAAAAEgk/gOkIEE-A900/s1600/IMG_8502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sND-flPnGgg/VglUTFCv6rI/AAAAAAAAEgk/gOkIEE-A900/s320/IMG_8502.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first of many endless body slams. He literally just waits them out.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pics of him over the next year (man time flies!):</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLxkFizEk48/VglbDBomesI/AAAAAAAAEg4/ReJw0yVaO3Q/s1600/IMG_8772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLxkFizEk48/VglbDBomesI/AAAAAAAAEg4/ReJw0yVaO3Q/s320/IMG_8772.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTAIDAOYh6g/VglbDO2NWzI/AAAAAAAAEg0/EgzNHZdT-PM/s1600/IMG_8776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTAIDAOYh6g/VglbDO2NWzI/AAAAAAAAEg0/EgzNHZdT-PM/s320/IMG_8776.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 month check up</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YLBsfQ9NMIM/VgmG3gXTb_I/AAAAAAAAEho/1B_-urUUI28/s320/IMG_8863.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4 months&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8PuxHBLUjg/VgmG3iOODoI/AAAAAAAAEhk/kHlj46GsCfg/s1600/IMG_8874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u8PuxHBLUjg/VgmG3iOODoI/AAAAAAAAEhk/kHlj46GsCfg/s320/IMG_8874.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDljH2Jtuww/VgmG3TjJzJI/AAAAAAAAEhs/g4lxU5qIhsg/s1600/IMG_8888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MDljH2Jtuww/VgmG3TjJzJI/AAAAAAAAEhs/g4lxU5qIhsg/s320/IMG_8888.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fgyRHBMk6A/VgmHUpoDQMI/AAAAAAAAEh8/5lXvNiZVesk/s1600/IMG_9117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1fgyRHBMk6A/VgmHUpoDQMI/AAAAAAAAEh8/5lXvNiZVesk/s320/IMG_9117.JPG" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">6 months&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGX5QGsRkOk/VgmHUq-oe-I/AAAAAAAAEiA/ChWsfjkcy9g/s1600/IMG_9197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EGX5QGsRkOk/VgmHUq-oe-I/AAAAAAAAEiA/ChWsfjkcy9g/s320/IMG_9197.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUgAmLazmUQ/VgmHq0ZWz6I/AAAAAAAAEiM/4M4rkbswbgk/s1600/IMG_9220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUgAmLazmUQ/VgmHq0ZWz6I/AAAAAAAAEiM/4M4rkbswbgk/s320/IMG_9220.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49TdMOZOSTU/VgmH5YvBuPI/AAAAAAAAEiU/nIcLPufJAcg/s1600/IMG_9437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49TdMOZOSTU/VgmH5YvBuPI/AAAAAAAAEiU/nIcLPufJAcg/s320/IMG_9437.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcVhq0aUChM/VgmIM08NOKI/AAAAAAAAEic/ADvX2zCUFnU/s1600/IMG_9486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcVhq0aUChM/VgmIM08NOKI/AAAAAAAAEic/ADvX2zCUFnU/s320/IMG_9486.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiSwXg_MMtI/VgmImlXzqxI/AAAAAAAAEio/8Ie5UNEFTXU/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2JVUADh4FHQ/VgmInYqbejI/AAAAAAAAEjA/vSES9Nu5QEo/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SBFLI28DRY/VgmIncmCbtI/AAAAAAAAEi8/XKsW-7w2xZc/s1600/IMG_9966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SBFLI28DRY/VgmIncmCbtI/AAAAAAAAEi8/XKsW-7w2xZc/s320/IMG_9966.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bv6abQ6hPg/VgmIw8W14KI/AAAAAAAAEjM/JhOiLjpaQis/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bv6abQ6hPg/VgmIw8W14KI/AAAAAAAAEjM/JhOiLjpaQis/s320/IMG_0568.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>As you can see, Chewy fits in so well with our family! I am sure I will go back and update with more stories of Mase and Chewy's adventures - because they are hilarious! Chewy has been the absolute BEST dog for our family and I highly recommend a Newfie for everyone!&nbsp;</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-20589116288617824042014-08-08T06:00:00.000-07:002014-08-08T06:56:22.812-07:00Droppin' BombsHi Friends! Just popping in for a sec to tell you about our fun-filled morning! I will rewind to last night when we took Mase to the Knights game. He had a BLAST. He loved riding on the train, eating everything in site, playing with our empty beer cups, but his favorite part was that he got to sit and play with his Grannie. Here are a couple of pics:<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAd2TGZK0_Q/U-TNv1bpGfI/AAAAAAAAD0E/bezWky4QnwA/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAd2TGZK0_Q/U-TNv1bpGfI/AAAAAAAAD0E/bezWky4QnwA/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg6Pt6GqYoI/U-TNwVU31YI/AAAAAAAAD0I/HC7HVKkJ7ck/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg6Pt6GqYoI/U-TNwVU31YI/AAAAAAAAD0I/HC7HVKkJ7ck/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFucQ0s0WbU/U-TNwX-h3-I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/Dyyk3KAiBHc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lFucQ0s0WbU/U-TNwX-h3-I/AAAAAAAAD0Q/Dyyk3KAiBHc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSiK7U1b9y4/U-TNxV83pGI/AAAAAAAAD0c/9sysO9ceMDw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSiK7U1b9y4/U-TNxV83pGI/AAAAAAAAD0c/9sysO9ceMDw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4mTNULYXR8/U-TNxW6Bf7I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/Ts98dv-R8is/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G4mTNULYXR8/U-TNxW6Bf7I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/Ts98dv-R8is/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He did SO good at the game! We ended up leaving early because Mase was getting restless. On the train ride home he was downright delirious.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div>He really needed a bath last night but since it was so late and since&nbsp;<strike>we didn't want to wake the beast up even more</strike>&nbsp;he was on the verge of passing out, we decided that I would just give him a bath in the morning before we went the Grannie's house.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>This is where it gets interesting....</div><div><br /></div><div>So Josh and I woke him up this morning before Joshy went to play golf with a friend. Mase met us with the biggest, sweetest smile on his face. All is good, right? So while Daddy left, I decided to throw Mase in the bath. I filled up the tub about an inch of water and released all his toys to play with while I threw his clothes in the wash since we were heading to Hickory tonight. I walk back into the bathroom and there were Baby Ruth's all in the tub. Crap. Everywhere. My Plan of Attack was to place Mase outside the tub, let the water out, scoop up his toys with his frog scooper, rinse toys off and placed said toys &amp; scooper in the top rack of the dishwasher to run it while we were at work. Success was mine. Meanwhile, Mase is trying to climb back in the tub because he knows that he hasn't finished and he wants to play with those turd-looking-things. I fish out said turds (with toilet paper) and begin washing the tub. When I am done, I am met with the sound of silence. And there is no naked baby in the bathroom. I repeat: The monster has escaped and there is no telling where he is or what he is doing.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I swear, my kid is a ninja. He had stealthily climbed into the dishwasher and was perched - bare a$$ and all - on the dishwasher door. Oh yeah, and he was playing with knives. WHAT THE FRENCH TOAST MASON?! At least they were butter knives, right?? I confiscate the knives along with the baby then head back to the bathroom for a bath at last. We are back on the #winning track by managing to get through our bath without anymore turds and getting dressed without any other complications.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point, I have weathered the storm. That was the worst, I won! WRONG. I have all my bags in my hands for the day. All I need to do is grab Mase's hand and begin the hike to the car. But as I near the ninja-monster, I smell something horrible. AWESOME. How can he poop again?! He just did it! So I put all my crap down, grab the ninja-monster and head to his bedroom to change his diaper. I look to see the damage - if it's any indication by the smell, I know it's going to be a bad one - and I am greeted with a $hit bomb. A true $hit bomb. There's no other accurate explanation for this. $hit was everywhere. And it just kept on coming. It was leaking like lava out of his pants!!!! WHAT IS GOING ON?! There was no Plan of Attack on this one. I was in over my head. My mind was screaming "ABORT! ABORT! ABORT MISSION!!" What do I do? Now the monster that had dropped this poopsplosion was attempting to escape before I had even attempted to clean him up. I'm wrestling with this demon child to sit still while I attempt to wipe his butt, change his clothes, dispose of the $hit bomb, find new clothes and get out the door. At this point I am on the verge of tears because not only am I dying from $hit poison, but I now have crap under my finger nails. UNDER.MY.FINGERNAILS. Finally, I got pants on the $hitting-ninja-monster, grabbed my bags, and sprinted to the car.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>It probably would have been easier to put him back in the bath but I was NOT risking another attempt at that. There was no telling what would have happened and I probably would not have made it out alive. I immediately called Joshy and informed him that he is NEVER allowed to leave me in that situation again. I am praying that this is not a sign of how the rest of my day is going to go.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Having that said, I am now off to work so I will leave you with one of my fav pics that was sent to me yesterday by Grannie at lunch time. Does this look like the face of a poop-bomb-dropping-ninja-monster?? DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE SMILE!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljbziBmhhSM/U-TVPHgE0eI/AAAAAAAAD1M/c3bBntPqx8E/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ljbziBmhhSM/U-TVPHgE0eI/AAAAAAAAD1M/c3bBntPqx8E/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-57622502155990977222014-07-23T22:43:00.001-07:002014-07-23T22:43:50.499-07:00My 1st BirthdayHello friends! I have been reminded by several followers that I am failing as a blogger since you're required to update more than once a month. Sorry bout it! I know I have a TON of stuff to catch up on but let's just save that for <strike>next month </strike>another rainy day/night. I will eventually get to Mason's 1 year round up&nbsp;but for now, I will blog about his fabulous birthday parties. Plural? Yes, he had two. He's kind of a big deal if you hadn't heard! That - and it would get wayyy too expensive if we had one big party. So we decided to do one party in Charlotte the weekend before his birthday for our Charlotte fam and friends then another on his actual birthday in Hickory with fam and friends up there.<br /><br />Your first child's 1st birthday party is always a huge deal, right? Right!! That week leading up to his Charlotte birthday party we were so slammed with friends and Uncle Tracy coming in that come party time I literally threw up balloons, put out tablecloths, and called it a day. Thank goodness for the help of some family members that helped us out by making side dishes and chili for hamburgers and hot dogs. They say the second child you don't go all out... so he/she may not even get a party at this point, ha! Here are some pics of our day:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-su8VpnSbg3c/U9CE1VyfZxI/AAAAAAAADfU/Pzua0Awwqr4/s1600/P1010108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-su8VpnSbg3c/U9CE1VyfZxI/AAAAAAAADfU/Pzua0Awwqr4/s1600/P1010108.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lil dressing her part to match the theme. That romper sure is cute! Someone has very good taste!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-ZbfxVf1rM/U9CEYxZIFGI/AAAAAAAADfE/txTHncjq1_M/s1600/P1010105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-ZbfxVf1rM/U9CEYxZIFGI/AAAAAAAADfE/txTHncjq1_M/s1600/P1010105.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz7z0aD0ark/U9CEZVRT3CI/AAAAAAAADfM/QXk0XUsBqn4/s1600/P1010106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cz7z0aD0ark/U9CEZVRT3CI/AAAAAAAADfM/QXk0XUsBqn4/s1600/P1010106.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJo2mobSHVc/U9CEZ5A3ubI/AAAAAAAADfQ/JQ-4PVh6HSs/s1600/P1010107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJo2mobSHVc/U9CEZ5A3ubI/AAAAAAAADfQ/JQ-4PVh6HSs/s1600/P1010107.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_LA35M3JnI/U9CE7k_00LI/AAAAAAAADfk/vgunJ6GwQZM/s1600/P1010110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s_LA35M3JnI/U9CE7k_00LI/AAAAAAAADfk/vgunJ6GwQZM/s1600/P1010110.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That morning my poor little party boy woke up with a HUGE swollen eye<strike>&nbsp;because he wanted to ruin Mommy's photos</strike>. He looked like a modern day Quasimodo. We still have no clue what it was. At first, we thought he had an allergic reaction to a bug bite we found on his temple. But it was swollen more on his eyelid so we thought he had fallen at some point and given himself a black eye. I will state that if it was indeed a black eye that we have no clue how he got it. Another Parents of the Year moment, I guess. However, at the end of the next day all the swelling is gone which means we rule out the black eye thing, right?? I chalked it up to him hating me and wanting to ruin my pictures that day. SIGH.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNkmCsVaves/U9CE7dgYBqI/AAAAAAAADfo/GE6Y6fkrf_w/s1600/P1010111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNkmCsVaves/U9CE7dgYBqI/AAAAAAAADfo/GE6Y6fkrf_w/s1600/P1010111.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzQ_h6g6-uo/U9CGTvtQ21I/AAAAAAAADf4/xj-nkspv1Ys/s1600/P1010118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzQ_h6g6-uo/U9CGTvtQ21I/AAAAAAAADf4/xj-nkspv1Ys/s1600/P1010118.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mommy, Daddy and little Quasimodo</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJXfYz4Wuec/U9CGTD0WISI/AAAAAAAADfw/lmzJuco3JBE/s1600/P1010120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TJXfYz4Wuec/U9CGTD0WISI/AAAAAAAADfw/lmzJuco3JBE/s1600/P1010120.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFk9o88i8l8/U9CGTH9YlwI/AAAAAAAADf0/0flDF5bylFM/s1600/P1010123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFk9o88i8l8/U9CGTH9YlwI/AAAAAAAADf0/0flDF5bylFM/s1600/P1010123.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loved his cake that Mommy made him from scratch. Yep, we're fancy.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhkn8jmABsE/U9CGwOdqLVI/AAAAAAAADgI/sDcLmXoc0vI/s1600/P1010125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qhkn8jmABsE/U9CGwOdqLVI/AAAAAAAADgI/sDcLmXoc0vI/s1600/P1010125.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfo98U0bO8k/U9CG3bCiN3I/AAAAAAAADgU/HhAYltqEN6Q/s1600/P1010126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hfo98U0bO8k/U9CG3bCiN3I/AAAAAAAADgU/HhAYltqEN6Q/s1600/P1010126.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_t7bdM2GrIk/U9CG3e1tm4I/AAAAAAAADgQ/5-1QYk9kiao/s1600/P1010131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_t7bdM2GrIk/U9CG3e1tm4I/AAAAAAAADgQ/5-1QYk9kiao/s1600/P1010131.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lil was helping him eat his cake. Isn't she the sweetest?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_zxQUgsEEE/U9CHA_UR3qI/AAAAAAAADgg/tFcJpqGFTUg/s1600/P1010135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_zxQUgsEEE/U9CHA_UR3qI/AAAAAAAADgg/tFcJpqGFTUg/s1600/P1010135.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIYO4iz4NLE/U9CIEzNa9qI/AAAAAAAADgs/FdxSbN9X-qw/s1600/P1010136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIYO4iz4NLE/U9CIEzNa9qI/AAAAAAAADgs/FdxSbN9X-qw/s1600/P1010136.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our little Quasi LOVES his Grannie!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnaA353E86E/U9CIGNtilkI/AAAAAAAADg4/XmpTq-I0wC8/s1600/P1010139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hnaA353E86E/U9CIGNtilkI/AAAAAAAADg4/XmpTq-I0wC8/s1600/P1010139.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Su9cgLBnF4A/U9CIGCT6RyI/AAAAAAAADg0/by-92UO2aQg/s1600/P1010141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Su9cgLBnF4A/U9CIGCT6RyI/AAAAAAAADg0/by-92UO2aQg/s1600/P1010141.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CC7D5ElWHPs/U9CIibhS0rI/AAAAAAAADhE/BYuocfD_y_Q/s1600/P1010145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CC7D5ElWHPs/U9CIibhS0rI/AAAAAAAADhE/BYuocfD_y_Q/s1600/P1010145.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDlsnCBtbbU/U9CIoDSbaMI/AAAAAAAADhQ/0S3bjNwPB7o/s1600/P1010147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nDlsnCBtbbU/U9CIoDSbaMI/AAAAAAAADhQ/0S3bjNwPB7o/s1600/P1010147.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His smile just melts my heart in this pic. I believe we have a thrill-seeker in our future.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI3MFqVf1e4/U9CIn9XtZNI/AAAAAAAADhM/v5ykhaoaUvY/s1600/P1010153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TI3MFqVf1e4/U9CIn9XtZNI/AAAAAAAADhM/v5ykhaoaUvY/s1600/P1010153.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were so glad that his girlfriend, Marlee, came to swim with him at his party!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RuAMYOmD04/U9CI6nEnMdI/AAAAAAAADhc/_xLkNcqJpzY/s1600/P1010156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RuAMYOmD04/U9CI6nEnMdI/AAAAAAAADhc/_xLkNcqJpzY/s1600/P1010156.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too much cuteness for one picture!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPLZU3fyJ_U/U9CI8l5AufI/AAAAAAAADhk/iqPD3v5apnA/s1600/P1010158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPLZU3fyJ_U/U9CI8l5AufI/AAAAAAAADhk/iqPD3v5apnA/s1600/P1010158.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That next Wednesday night we went up to the cabin to stay for a couple of days before heading to Hickory for the weekend. Here are a few pics from our adventures from there:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBd3HVuI-DU/U9COClUArCI/AAAAAAAADiQ/9n5jlIdCOVA/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBd3HVuI-DU/U9COClUArCI/AAAAAAAADiQ/9n5jlIdCOVA/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rreYK0xLy8E/U9CODAIb3JI/AAAAAAAADiU/Zx5ay7vkJb8/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rreYK0xLy8E/U9CODAIb3JI/AAAAAAAADiU/Zx5ay7vkJb8/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase was obsessed with this water table</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwkUcLKqr8E/U9COFvPWqUI/AAAAAAAADjM/KncWzdPZjcU/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwkUcLKqr8E/U9COFvPWqUI/AAAAAAAADjM/KncWzdPZjcU/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrdXse-ElEc/U9COF9Kwd4I/AAAAAAAADjQ/u8yMYvnwn6U/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrdXse-ElEc/U9COF9Kwd4I/AAAAAAAADjQ/u8yMYvnwn6U/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbMITck9NN0/U9COGJuqS_I/AAAAAAAADjc/a0a4wjz2O4k/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbMITck9NN0/U9COGJuqS_I/AAAAAAAADjc/a0a4wjz2O4k/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDeicdyw6pg/U9COGphKhOI/AAAAAAAADjk/fJcSPPgoPa0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDeicdyw6pg/U9COGphKhOI/AAAAAAAADjk/fJcSPPgoPa0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Early afternoon I went into town to visit with some of my favorite bosses. They were always so good to me and I miss the days where I called HP my home!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7lJca2J1lc/U9COGhFyv9I/AAAAAAAADjo/NW3BmynnLuc/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7lJca2J1lc/U9COGhFyv9I/AAAAAAAADjo/NW3BmynnLuc/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5kK_FCxaA/U9COHNw_VFI/AAAAAAAADj0/9sjA3iOO7Ck/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5kK_FCxaA/U9COHNw_VFI/AAAAAAAADj0/9sjA3iOO7Ck/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s31gCm6KXJ0/U9COHRYsMuI/AAAAAAAADj8/0B8vlnnVQ4s/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s31gCm6KXJ0/U9COHRYsMuI/AAAAAAAADj8/0B8vlnnVQ4s/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't this chunkster just the cutest?!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqi4QHz1qmM/U9COHl4EpFI/AAAAAAAADkA/IhT2oAJ2eso/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hqi4QHz1qmM/U9COHl4EpFI/AAAAAAAADkA/IhT2oAJ2eso/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We walked down to this creek that cabin is on to let Mase play in the water.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dklrSCt6HU/U9CODK1W76I/AAAAAAAADiY/ZrIRooGd9HE/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dklrSCt6HU/U9CODK1W76I/AAAAAAAADiY/ZrIRooGd9HE/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is right before he started touching all the rocks around him as a "test" to see which ones were sturdy enough for him to climb on. This kid is nuts!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xurB6lbXjjU/U9CODqKegqI/AAAAAAAADik/fSYo92yhuqk/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xurB6lbXjjU/U9CODqKegqI/AAAAAAAADik/fSYo92yhuqk/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFizvSKpt_0/U9COENr4n4I/AAAAAAAADis/2WuS-eRJglI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PFizvSKpt_0/U9COENr4n4I/AAAAAAAADis/2WuS-eRJglI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjWGtBTgM-E/U9COERImhkI/AAAAAAAADiw/im-DVXdKnUU/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjWGtBTgM-E/U9COERImhkI/AAAAAAAADiw/im-DVXdKnUU/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Aue_rvQeCo/U9COEqTnpFI/AAAAAAAADi4/dtqHGzdFdvY/s1600/image_14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Aue_rvQeCo/U9COEqTnpFI/AAAAAAAADi4/dtqHGzdFdvY/s1600/image_14.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0MO_9XPD5w/U9COE2JxpnI/AAAAAAAADjA/QWJ9x_0tMbA/s1600/image_15.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0MO_9XPD5w/U9COE2JxpnI/AAAAAAAADjA/QWJ9x_0tMbA/s1600/image_15.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is when the parents started getting our pregame on to go out into town.... at 9:00 pm. We.are.old.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IscPK2ygRJ4/U9COFPZkN-I/AAAAAAAADjI/T2pWfzAlFKA/s1600/image_16.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IscPK2ygRJ4/U9COFPZkN-I/AAAAAAAADjI/T2pWfzAlFKA/s1600/image_16.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At our old stomping grounds. I will say that we were the ONLY people in the bar and were officially "those old people." We had a blast though! #parentsgonewild #nobodygoestothebarbefore12&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday morning we got everything packed up to head down to Hickory so we could test out Grandma Debbie &amp; Pop Pops new pool! A little background on this pool. I have been waiting for 4 years for them to get a pool. All it took was for us to mention that since Mi Mi &amp; Paw Paw were selling their house and poor Mase wouldn't be able to swim anymore for them to put one in. If this was the case I would have gotten knocked up a long time ago! Grandkids make them gparents crazy and I love it! Needless to say I was beyond excited about the weekend long party that was about to take place. And they did not disappoint! Here are a few pics of our weekend:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWviLQrKWao/U9CSwWuVZaI/AAAAAAAADko/TzetyOhYcIg/s1600/P1010160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWviLQrKWao/U9CSwWuVZaI/AAAAAAAADko/TzetyOhYcIg/s1600/P1010160.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q54gk8FVatg/U9CSxPfKTII/AAAAAAAADk0/xKOLFeaWuN0/s1600/P1010162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q54gk8FVatg/U9CSxPfKTII/AAAAAAAADk0/xKOLFeaWuN0/s1600/P1010162.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAK-NCLBzk/U9CSxGUY78I/AAAAAAAADks/CxgvLFtsB1M/s1600/P1010171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YSAK-NCLBzk/U9CSxGUY78I/AAAAAAAADks/CxgvLFtsB1M/s1600/P1010171.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIzrQ-FUXc0/U9CTOda40NI/AAAAAAAADlA/n86EGopHYjE/s1600/P1010175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIzrQ-FUXc0/U9CTOda40NI/AAAAAAAADlA/n86EGopHYjE/s1600/P1010175.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loves his Uncle Tracy!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QTFy61McRY/U9CTTjdsSJI/AAAAAAAADlI/26N7cPBmnwQ/s1600/P1010178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2QTFy61McRY/U9CTTjdsSJI/AAAAAAAADlI/26N7cPBmnwQ/s1600/P1010178.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc5fUsX7uis/U9CTUKNqE_I/AAAAAAAADlM/j_3R4DHCJVg/s1600/P1010181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cc5fUsX7uis/U9CTUKNqE_I/AAAAAAAADlM/j_3R4DHCJVg/s1600/P1010181.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkufrN5I4aw/U9CTvK2FLQI/AAAAAAAADlY/DsgChwYjp8g/s1600/P1010185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TkufrN5I4aw/U9CTvK2FLQI/AAAAAAAADlY/DsgChwYjp8g/s1600/P1010185.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase had so much fun playing on this ledge where he could climb in and out of the pool whenever he wanted.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Mackenzie and I spent most of Saturday morning making these cake pops which turned out better than the ones that we bought from a cupcake place. And Ms.<strike>soon-to-be-future-Mrs. if Chet will hurry up and put a ring on it</strike>&nbsp;Abby made some delicious cupcakes and Mase's smash cake.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PSdbPLXT_K4/U9CUwk7uIEI/AAAAAAAADmI/k9kI27PhqS0/s1600/P1010208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PSdbPLXT_K4/U9CUwk7uIEI/AAAAAAAADmI/k9kI27PhqS0/s1600/P1010208.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40v4VHpod9c/U9CU2mDQdPI/AAAAAAAADmQ/EYdih_YjsRs/s1600/P1010209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-40v4VHpod9c/U9CU2mDQdPI/AAAAAAAADmQ/EYdih_YjsRs/s1600/P1010209.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're still working on the whole "blowing out the candle" thing.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BlMuAXg9BN8/U9CXivNjMYI/AAAAAAAADn0/Wf9krNzhjzw/s1600/P1010244.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umaTzFV4MM8/U9CXi56Z2GI/AAAAAAAADn4/K5iSBhh0qrE/s1600/P1010247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-umaTzFV4MM8/U9CXi56Z2GI/AAAAAAAADn4/K5iSBhh0qrE/s1600/P1010247.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase is so spoiled by Grandma Debbie! She came back from the store with this surprise water table for his birthday. Thank you so much! He LOVES playing with it. We're still working on keeping the water inside the table, ha.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XWsbETRKzk/U9CX_qpAqvI/AAAAAAAADoE/64Qu5t1vBoc/s1600/P1010252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XWsbETRKzk/U9CX_qpAqvI/AAAAAAAADoE/64Qu5t1vBoc/s1600/P1010252.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LkFJyp0GSns/U9CYEXdiOnI/AAAAAAAADoM/urK70k_STiU/s1600/P1010253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LkFJyp0GSns/U9CYEXdiOnI/AAAAAAAADoM/urK70k_STiU/s1600/P1010253.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZlTsZ0xbrc/U9CYE7MyLyI/AAAAAAAADoU/rDrEXwXiO-c/s1600/P1010259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZlTsZ0xbrc/U9CYE7MyLyI/AAAAAAAADoU/rDrEXwXiO-c/s1600/P1010259.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mi Mi got him this cute chair with his name on it. He likes to sit in it sometimes but mostly he likes to use it as a climbing block to climb onto the recliner. What is with all the climbing??</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBq5DtN3_0k/U9CYd7wbZbI/AAAAAAAADoc/aEaLevK6amc/s1600/P1010265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBq5DtN3_0k/U9CYd7wbZbI/AAAAAAAADoc/aEaLevK6amc/s1600/P1010265.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zONDe_mbm-A/U9CYjw5cY5I/AAAAAAAADok/vToLqfkGAOY/s1600/P1010266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zONDe_mbm-A/U9CYjw5cY5I/AAAAAAAADok/vToLqfkGAOY/s1600/P1010266.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUXUFtAjybc/U9CYkBipCAI/AAAAAAAADoo/TDM5g0ut4g0/s1600/P1010275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUXUFtAjybc/U9CYkBipCAI/AAAAAAAADoo/TDM5g0ut4g0/s1600/P1010275.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet our new pets, Katy &amp; Josh from our favorite Grannie D! Mason enjoys feeding them and banging on their cage ;-)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well friends, that is all for tonight. Mama is beat! I hope to get on here some time later this week to play catch up but... who knows when that will happen. I will try to get better, friends! I hope everyone has a great rest of the week! XOXOXO</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-87996224655693871652014-06-16T19:25:00.000-07:002014-06-16T19:37:01.538-07:00Happy Father's Day Two blogs in seven days?! Say WHAT??? Man, I am on it! I am going to copy what my older Sissy did and tribute tonight's blog to the greatest man that walks this earth. My Daddy. (Hop on over to <a href="http://www.the-baum-squad.com/2014/06/dad-brags.html" target="_blank">The Baum Squad</a> to read her tribute) I know, I know. Your Dad is pretty great, too! But here's why my Dad is the best:<br /><br /><u style="font-weight: bold;">Parenting Skills:</u>&nbsp;This man is awesome. Need more proof? I'll break it down for you.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdIYX2xydRE/U5-iZejVd9I/AAAAAAAADb4/xa_TOPCXkfk/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdIYX2xydRE/U5-iZejVd9I/AAAAAAAADb4/xa_TOPCXkfk/s1600/photo.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at the spectacular ant-burners (lenses) and mustache on that man.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><ul><li><b>Morning Bird </b>- I have very fond memories of eating breakfast on Saturday mornings at this place called Mom's in Pineville. Come to find out the reason why it was always Dad and I - never with my mother and sister (this was pre-Syd) - was because we ate breakfast at 6:00 am. As I got older, I changed and was not so much a morning person. He has never changed. You know those <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvHj0vovQHI" target="_blank">Jimmy Dean commercials&nbsp;</a>where there is a sun and everyone else is floating around not awake yet? That is my father. Every.single.morning. Man gets up at 4:30-5:00 am every morning to start the day <strike>we'll leave out that he is also tends to be loud sometimes in an attempt to wake up others so he can have some company</strike>. He will drink his coffee and then make us all breakfast. There are very few mornings that I don't remember having a full course breakfast before school. I'm talking pancakes, bacon, grits, eggs, sausage, french toast. He did it all.&nbsp;</li><li><b>Master of the Steamroll</b>&nbsp;- I swear sometimes I think Dad would count down the minutes to when it was time to wake us up. He would give us a wake up call which would sometimes be singing to us loudly through the speaker system in the house. If we didn't wake up after that... he would come in with the steam roll. Now, if you have no clue what this is, allow me to explain. A steamroll is when he comes running in to your room, jumping on the bed, then rolling over top of you back and forth until you beg for mercy. Trust me, it is not a pleasant experience. Need to get your kid out of bed? This is the best!&nbsp;</li><li><b>No Pain, No Gain </b>- Most parents worry about their children getting hurt. Whenever we got hurt, Dad would calmly walk over to us and say, "It will feel better when it quits hurting" or another favorite, "Do we need to chop it off?" I seriously could not stand these words. But do you know what I catch myself saying every time one of my kids at work get hurt? Yes, both of those.&nbsp;</li><li><b>Reach for the Sky</b>&nbsp;- You get the gist of how Dad was never one to hover over us when we were little. Looking back at it, I remember a lot of situations we were put in dealt with heights. My Mother once told us that one day she came home from work to find my Dad working on the roof. No problem, right? Well, he was actually on Daddy Duty for Sarah who was at the age where she could sit up by herself. Mom got out of the car to ask him where Sarah was when she noticed this little blob sitting about 5 feet away from him. ON.THE.ROOF. He had NAILED her diaper down to the roof so she wouldn't fall off! Seriously, I can't make this up. His explanation? Nothing, he didn't know what the big deal was. It wasn't like she was going anywhere. Flashing forward several years, I remember him teaching us all these cool little tricks on the playground. For instance, he taught us how to swing really high - as high as the swing would let you - and once you were at the highest point you would jump out and fly through the air. FLY! This was the <i>coolest</i>&nbsp;thing ever. That is, until Sarah blew it by breaking her arm and then we were never allowed to do it again. Way to blow it, Sister.&nbsp;</li><li><b>School Projects</b>&nbsp;- The benefits of your Dad being a General Contractor is that you have the best school projects. Whenever we came home with things that we needed to do, Dad would go all out on finding the best and coolest way to make the projects. I remember one time we (I say "we" but sometimes these projects were so advance that it took a while for him to build before the kids could actually help) made a 3D solar system out of wood &amp; Styrofoam that looked so real my teacher asked if she could keep it in her room.&nbsp;</li><li><b>Gender Confusion</b>&nbsp;- I like to joke around that I just turned into a girl 3.5 years ago. What does this mean? I had no fashion, dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts, no makeup and most of the time did not brush my hair. It was never a priority to me. I was a disgrace and fashion failure to my older, fashionista sister. I was the tom boy, I didn't need any of that. Most of my friends were guys and to them I was "one of the guys." And then I found out why as I was going through old home videos several years ago. It was one Christmas when Sarah and I came in Christmas morning to see that Santa had left our presents in our allotted areas. Sarah had this huge Barbie House &amp; Pool set complete with new Barbies &amp; a bright pink Barbie car convertible along with some other girly presents. My pile was a bike, helmet, roller skates, safety equipment and some other sports gear. Dad was so excited about it that he was showing me all the sports stuff as he sat me down on the bicycle. I looked over at Sarah's toys and said, "Can I go over and play with that?" Dad looked at me and said, "no, honey, that stuff is for girls." WHAT?!&nbsp;<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak8IauzrpTk/U5-dnnlzi9I/AAAAAAAADbo/d6B0V6e4cj4/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak8IauzrpTk/U5-dnnlzi9I/AAAAAAAADbo/d6B0V6e4cj4/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Need more evidence?</td></tr></tbody></table></li><li><b>Better Than Birth Control - </b>My father does not meet a stranger. He can talk to anyone! And when I say anyone, I am not exaggerating. My friends and I once waited in the car after a long day of playing softball games while he went in to see if they were still open. Thirty minutes - yes, that's right, 30 MINUTES - later he came out to tell us that they were closed. He is just very friendly. BUT when it came to boys or "friends that were boys" he was relentless. All of our boyfriends or guy friends were scared to death of him. He would completely change when they came around. My sisters first boyfriend came over for Sunday lunch and ended up leaving early without even eating with us Dad was so rude. (Don't worry, JJ straightened him out... a little bit.) When Sarah's first prom date came to pick her up he was met with a front porch full of men in overalls with shotguns perched next to their rocking chairs. Think that's bad? On my first date he thought it was an ideal time to clean his crossbow in front of the poor guy. And they wondered why I didn't bring home anyone for a very.long.time.</li></ul><div><b><u>Best Gift Giver</u></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><ul><li><b>The Bat Cage -&nbsp;</b>Most of you know that I played softball growing up. I am a firm believer that my Dad is the reason I got a scholarship for softball. Trust me, I didn't make it easy on him. As "my" 10th birthday present, he got us a batting cage. This thing was my best friend and worst enemy. All I could see was how many hours that I was going to have to be in that thing. It was a cage. Some of my best memories were in that cage just playing catch with my Dad. I also remember several times my Mother being mortified as she got out of her car saying she could hear us yelling at each other at the road (from our driveway to the road is a pretty good distance away). Whoops! Looking back, there couldn't have been a better present than that at the time (see below for the best gift ever). I would never admit it to him but the day that he took that batting cage down, I cried like a little girl.&nbsp;</li><li><b>Matilda Jean</b>&nbsp;- One Christmas, I begged and begged for a dog. When I say begged, I mean I talked about wanting a dog 24/7. I brought it up in every conversation possible. So when he told me I wasn't getting a <strike>d@mn</strike>&nbsp;dog for Christmas I told him that I was going above him and telling Santa so I know I would get one. His response? He forbade me to ask Santa because I was not getting a dog! My response? I told Santa of course. As me and Sydney sat there on Santa's lap at Carolina Place Mall I told Santa - in my most innocent voice - that the only thing I wanted for Christmas was a puppy. I swear, if Dad didn't think he would be reported to social services by the other 45 people in line he would have beat the living crap out of me in front of the entire Santa's Workshop. The entire week before Christmas, I went through every nook and cranny of that house looking to see where they were hiding that dog then went into a depression Christmas Eve because I realized they didn't get me one. That night I was so bummed I had a sleepover in Syd's room to cheer me up. Early Christmas morning something furry kept tickling me and trying to wake me up out of my <strike>coma </strike>sleep. Then I heard the sweetest little voice from Sydney saying, "look Kate, a puppy!" When I opened my eyes, I saw Dad holding the most beautiful dog in the world and my new best friend, Matilda Jean. And I know that even those times where he wanted to murder that dog (chewing 32 holes in the batting cage net) and was constantly reminding her that "a bullet is a nickel" when he got the vet bills, I know that he loved her just as much as I did.&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62CWSC9fI1I/U5-j8TtEH-I/AAAAAAAADcE/262KUxVBGMs/s1600/68454_607907601804_1929009318_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62CWSC9fI1I/U5-j8TtEH-I/AAAAAAAADcE/262KUxVBGMs/s1600/68454_607907601804_1929009318_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div></li></ul><ul><li><b>The Little Things</b>&nbsp;- I can't really top those presents mentioned above. Instead, I can tell you about how many sweet, little things that my Daddy did/does for us. Every Valentine's Day he always made sure to make us dinner and then would get us a little present or flowers for all of his girls. He even started liking Rap music because his little riding buddy, Sydney, wanted to listen to it (how she was able to do that I will never know). Whenever we had a birthday, holiday, or if we were going through a difficult time instead of buying us cards he would always make these little funny cards for us. See below:&nbsp;<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9khzORjHEfI/U5-c_tNTMuI/AAAAAAAADbc/2s33x9nFmuQ/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9khzORjHEfI/U5-c_tNTMuI/AAAAAAAADbc/2s33x9nFmuQ/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7VsVdv3S10/U5-c_mm0DPI/AAAAAAAADbY/2TzQP13ENck/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7VsVdv3S10/U5-c_mm0DPI/AAAAAAAADbY/2TzQP13ENck/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div></li><li><b>Little Things Contd:</b>&nbsp;It was the pats on the head like dogs as he told us "it will be okay" after we got our first periods because he didn't know what else to do. It's the hugs followed by "I Love You" when our feelings got hurt. It's riding in a car with 10 girls after a 4 game day to get dinner without constantly complaining about how bad our feet -and bodies- smelled. It's coming to our rescue when something needs to be fixed or made. It was working the extra hours during the week so that you didn't have to miss any of my games. I can never remember a vacation where he didn't take time out of his free day to catch for me - now that is dedication!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvp1fg7JaL4/U5-kqCqvnpI/AAAAAAAADck/EePVPMN0mZY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvp1fg7JaL4/U5-kqCqvnpI/AAAAAAAADck/EePVPMN0mZY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div></li></ul><div><br /></div></div><div><b><u>How to Be a Husband:</u></b></div><div><ul><li><b>Marriage is Fun - </b>We have been so fortunate in growing up in a house filled with love. Dad always said that we were "killing him" or blaming us girls for losing his hair at an early age. Nice try, buddy. But I always remember him doing the sweetest things for my mom. For instance, for their 18th anniversary he planted her 18 rose bushes outside because she had mentioned one day in passing that she had always wanted rose bushes. I also remember times when we were growing up that I would watch them Shagging to beach music in the kitchen while they cooked. My Mom used to travel a lot when we were younger. He would always step up to the plate in helping her out without complaints, letting her know that he had these handled and not to worry. **Side Note: I will also point out that he chose that opportunity to put all of our outfits on backwards with underwear on our heads as a way to play jokes on the ladies at our preschool. We also had beans &amp; dogs every single night for dinner - no complaints here! And when we were still in diapers and we had pooped, he would take us over to my Gramma's for her to change it.**But whenever she got home he was always the first one at the door to give her a hug and kiss. When I was younger, I found it disgusting that they did this every day. In front of us! Didn't matter if either one of them were coming back from a trip or just coming home from work. They always met each other with at least a kiss and 'I love you'. He taught us that marriage is not always happy and in order for it to be successful you both have to work at it. He was always showing us that it's the little things that mean the most.</li></ul><div>By now you are getting it that my Dad is the best. Let's be honest, he has been dealing with 4 females for all these years - you're welcome, Daddy! These are just a few of the billions of reasons why. Above all of these, he is our biggest supporter. He has been there through all the tears, arguments, talks about boys, heartbreaks, losses, and gains. He has never deserted us - even when some of us have pushed him to his limits (I'm talking to you Sarah &amp; Sydney, I was the angel) and would have deserved everything we had gotten in return. And this man's greatness doesn't stop with family. He is the most caring man to everyone he meets- even if he doesn't always express it best. He is so willing to help out anyone that needs it. And believe it or not, once you get past the grumpiness he's really fun to be around.</div><div><br /></div><div>People say that my father and I are just alike. This is the highest form of compliment anyone has ever given me because I can't think of a better person on this earth. If anyone ever dares to say differently, I will gladly put them in their place.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Daddy, I am so proud to call you my father and even prouder for Mason to have you as a Paw Paw. We thank you for sticking with us women even when we grossed you out with our unladylike actions, foul conversations (talking to you two again, Sarah and Sydney), when we made your hair fall out (still sticking with that one?), our drama, all the "Daddy"s in our innocent voice that will most likely result in you doing something that you don't want to do for us, helping us get on our feet, and all the other trials we have put you through. And as a 'thank you' to you, we will make sure to find you a good home when it's time and then tell the docs that "a bullet's a nickel" when dealing with all your expensive old-people meds. We love you to the moon and back, Grumpy Man!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpEztIPzkFE/U5-pbfhvQII/AAAAAAAADdc/SQAHYga28jU/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpEztIPzkFE/U5-pbfhvQII/AAAAAAAADdc/SQAHYga28jU/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEyiV6PUncc/U5-kQGgxSEI/AAAAAAAADcQ/30CTDE_PSsY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEyiV6PUncc/U5-kQGgxSEI/AAAAAAAADcQ/30CTDE_PSsY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hw68emoNoEs/U5-kiT0svYI/AAAAAAAADcc/JX6CelP4GRY/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hw68emoNoEs/U5-kiT0svYI/AAAAAAAADcc/JX6CelP4GRY/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXyd62UF_sE/U5-k3j1or5I/AAAAAAAADc0/VRYb_vAkSx8/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXyd62UF_sE/U5-k3j1or5I/AAAAAAAADc0/VRYb_vAkSx8/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZYQdJ-uFQM/U5-k3XVyH_I/AAAAAAAADcw/o9Z0iaY0lIU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZYQdJ-uFQM/U5-k3XVyH_I/AAAAAAAADcw/o9Z0iaY0lIU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jSsTZFIcbk/U5-k3FRBXAI/AAAAAAAADcs/ZCx9ujxm9_c/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jSsTZFIcbk/U5-k3FRBXAI/AAAAAAAADcs/ZCx9ujxm9_c/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LDNPZ8w90c/U5-lE6NXn9I/AAAAAAAADdE/rXEb_HuSikg/s1600/Katy+and+Josh+Dairy+Barn+_Kristin+Vining+Photography_0636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2LDNPZ8w90c/U5-lE6NXn9I/AAAAAAAADdE/rXEb_HuSikg/s1600/Katy+and+Josh+Dairy+Barn+_Kristin+Vining+Photography_0636.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1lKHdeoY7s/U5-mP-TwsJI/AAAAAAAADdM/6VXA4k_SXaE/s1600/396896_592797612344_1676100968_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1lKHdeoY7s/U5-mP-TwsJI/AAAAAAAADdM/6VXA4k_SXaE/s1600/396896_592797612344_1676100968_n.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know what you're thinking. And yes, it only takes getting your face broken twice to get the face of perfection. Dad, it should be illegal for us to look this good.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /></div></div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-71876097575371107152014-06-11T23:00:00.000-07:002014-06-11T23:00:03.962-07:00A One Month Catch Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Hey, two blogs in two weeks! WOOT WOOT!! I am on it! Should I try two blogs in one week???? Let's not get crazy, friends! Get ready for <strike>the longest blog of your life</strike>&nbsp;a long one! I'm going to <strike>attempt to </strike>do a brief summary of the things that we have done in the past month and catching everyone up.<br /><br />We'll start with Mother's Day. That week, I worked SO hard on my Mother's Day gifts <strike>and ended up hating every one of them</strike>. I was thinking about making something from the heart instead of buying something this year as a sentimental gesture <strike>and since my weekly allowance is usually spent by Day 2 (I need a raise Joshy!!)</strike>. Having that said, I thought it would be nice to make the picture plant pot holders. It was easy, but then I can't figure out what went wrong because the paint and glue started bubbling. And that's why I hate them. But here are the pics anyways:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12-TMFjLidA/U5jNzPJz_II/AAAAAAAADW8/PolktuFqtGo/s1600/IMG_5970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12-TMFjLidA/U5jNzPJz_II/AAAAAAAADW8/PolktuFqtGo/s1600/IMG_5970.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9StvVrz1ng4/U5jNz4H_bWI/AAAAAAAADXA/SHDgZRUgAhI/s1600/IMG_5971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9StvVrz1ng4/U5jNz4H_bWI/AAAAAAAADXA/SHDgZRUgAhI/s1600/IMG_5971.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7do02wznDyM/U5jN4nYsMjI/AAAAAAAADXM/_m95KXe717U/s1600/IMG_5972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7do02wznDyM/U5jN4nYsMjI/AAAAAAAADXM/_m95KXe717U/s1600/IMG_5972.JPG" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycyc2g_Z0wk/U5jOv7Cb2LI/AAAAAAAADXw/VvLgwyU2OMY/s1600/IMG_5977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ycyc2g_Z0wk/U5jOv7Cb2LI/AAAAAAAADXw/VvLgwyU2OMY/s1600/IMG_5977.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one was for Grannie. I put a pic of her and Mase on one side and his handprint on the other side. I had made 2 other pots for the grandparents. Those had collages of the grandchildren on them. When all else fails, stick with something about the grandkids. You can't go wrong.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />That weekend we went to Hickory to spend the weekend with the Kellers. Here are some pics of our weekend there:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJMewQe_V08/U5jRAchdF7I/AAAAAAAADYQ/CuU5uOLDTeI/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJMewQe_V08/U5jRAchdF7I/AAAAAAAADYQ/CuU5uOLDTeI/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma Debbie &amp; Pop Pops just got done redoing their kitchen/bathroom/laundry area. For their bathroom, they wanted the kids to paint them a picture to hang.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X12U8apnxrU/U5jRAVzxP3I/AAAAAAAADX8/6oNl4E3qfwc/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X12U8apnxrU/U5jRAVzxP3I/AAAAAAAADX8/6oNl4E3qfwc/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6dDiRqXARE/U5jRAk2PxMI/AAAAAAAADYA/FIYQZUXZbjE/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6dDiRqXARE/U5jRAk2PxMI/AAAAAAAADYA/FIYQZUXZbjE/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT2qn89bVz0/U5jRBwRM4eI/AAAAAAAADYM/dKMhZAGKhis/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT2qn89bVz0/U5jRBwRM4eI/AAAAAAAADYM/dKMhZAGKhis/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course the child tries to eat it.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0aaQH_4_R54/U5jRzwJjutI/AAAAAAAADY0/-bAo5W52BAQ/s1600/image3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0aaQH_4_R54/U5jRzwJjutI/AAAAAAAADY0/-bAo5W52BAQ/s1600/image3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Redneck bathtub anyone?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo8f_TAUGE4/U5jRvTdqTaI/AAAAAAAADYk/qbtEjVPJonk/s1600/IMG_5994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo8f_TAUGE4/U5jRvTdqTaI/AAAAAAAADYk/qbtEjVPJonk/s1600/IMG_5994.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soGsdF84-mY/U5jRxfk8ktI/AAAAAAAADYs/EGBOlorRs1Q/s1600/IMG_6126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soGsdF84-mY/U5jRxfk8ktI/AAAAAAAADYs/EGBOlorRs1Q/s1600/IMG_6126.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Saturday we went over to Aunt Leah &amp; Uncle David's new swimming pool.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTLUs8U5CTg/U5jSDgBb6mI/AAAAAAAADY8/cjzCfn7mwFU/s1600/IMG_6136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTLUs8U5CTg/U5jSDgBb6mI/AAAAAAAADY8/cjzCfn7mwFU/s1600/IMG_6136.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Skipping around, Joshy and I spent our first weekend away from Mase at a wedding in Mocksville, NC. Although we missed our little guy, we had a blast! Congrats to Hill &amp; Keely Hudson!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32XoSbDOtIg/U5jSQB0TOlI/AAAAAAAADZM/odjnyMKhnMk/s1600/IMG_6239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-32XoSbDOtIg/U5jSQB0TOlI/AAAAAAAADZM/odjnyMKhnMk/s1600/IMG_6239.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gdsjm7qtxmI/U5jScPJFykI/AAAAAAAADZo/hRnQmaXNW5o/s1600/IMG_6243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gdsjm7qtxmI/U5jScPJFykI/AAAAAAAADZo/hRnQmaXNW5o/s1600/IMG_6243.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_PgFdgIvAM/U5jSktt4rzI/AAAAAAAADaE/Ysv5uNmQL6I/s1600/IMG_6260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_PgFdgIvAM/U5jSktt4rzI/AAAAAAAADaE/Ysv5uNmQL6I/s1600/IMG_6260.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Yes, I'm skipping around. Whoops! Mase also had his first adventure to Carowinds in the month of May. I know this may come as a shock but he LOVED all the rides he was able to go on. Seriously, he cried when he had to get off of them. Can you say daredevil??<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixFeD4GpE-Q/U5jSTn_Sr2I/AAAAAAAADZU/ruWx0gqVvIw/s1600/IMG_6330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ixFeD4GpE-Q/U5jSTn_Sr2I/AAAAAAAADZU/ruWx0gqVvIw/s1600/IMG_6330.JPG" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm4cS42Y6S4/U5jSWmFd_nI/AAAAAAAADZc/fUQ7M08NTg8/s1600/IMG_6333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm4cS42Y6S4/U5jSWmFd_nI/AAAAAAAADZc/fUQ7M08NTg8/s1600/IMG_6333.JPG" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYDhNV55_eg/U5jSbz-DJlI/AAAAAAAADZk/SEAdNgQO3B4/s1600/IMG_6335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oYDhNV55_eg/U5jSbz-DJlI/AAAAAAAADZk/SEAdNgQO3B4/s1600/IMG_6335.JPG" height="179" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Jles_iq4Y/U5jSjdp8xbI/AAAAAAAADZ8/_H5IjVuC6YM/s1600/IMG_6339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Jles_iq4Y/U5jSjdp8xbI/AAAAAAAADZ8/_H5IjVuC6YM/s1600/IMG_6339.JPG" height="179" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPdAI_g8lHk/U5jSiCPbqcI/AAAAAAAADZ0/u1Jsl4U7ym8/s1600/IMG_6343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tPdAI_g8lHk/U5jSiCPbqcI/AAAAAAAADZ0/u1Jsl4U7ym8/s1600/IMG_6343.JPG" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br />Flashing forward to June, here is our little guy climbing under the table. He loves to climb over the table part underneath but he kept pausing and putting his head on the floor like he was watching his legs on the other side. Silly kid!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InkeDf4eeIU/U5jU8DDKKlI/AAAAAAAADaU/nJtmlbT-Igk/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InkeDf4eeIU/U5jU8DDKKlI/AAAAAAAADaU/nJtmlbT-Igk/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_EnxnSO7rs/U5jU8ZfZv5I/AAAAAAAADaQ/U7Lw8DxvGJ0/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_EnxnSO7rs/U5jU8ZfZv5I/AAAAAAAADaQ/U7Lw8DxvGJ0/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSQ0ngIjWPM/U5jU7wFAnaI/AAAAAAAADaM/U6E3srTGWLI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSQ0ngIjWPM/U5jU7wFAnaI/AAAAAAAADaM/U6E3srTGWLI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is him playing in bed and not sleeping.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTkdTIz8JjI/U5jU9m7-IOI/AAAAAAAADak/6KQxGGnzDr8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTkdTIz8JjI/U5jU9m7-IOI/AAAAAAAADak/6KQxGGnzDr8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday we went to my friend Rachel's house to do some wedding planning and for Mase to meet Baby Kayden. Isn't she so cute?!</td></tr></tbody></table>&nbsp;One day this week Mason and Grannie went over to her youngest son's house. While they were there, they took the opportunity to take family pictures with Mase in them. These just crack me up!! Be careful, if he's in the family photos then that means you have to keep him!!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZktSih7MniI/U5jU-ShDuUI/AAAAAAAADao/_EAy_tubrpw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZktSih7MniI/U5jU-ShDuUI/AAAAAAAADao/_EAy_tubrpw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ttiv5HOk8B0/U5jU-s_0ZlI/AAAAAAAADaw/MdEdEP3qpow/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ttiv5HOk8B0/U5jU-s_0ZlI/AAAAAAAADaw/MdEdEP3qpow/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br />Here are some more random videos that we have taken this and last month:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/kw8K5fePYRI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Swimming at the pool. My kid would be playing with the hose.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/SPFdTrEwn-M?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy was letting Mase play with the mirror and he kept giving himself kisses or staring at himself. He definitely gets this from his father.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/VGmyLTOIIsI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Again with the climbing</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/5rZcsXEYQbw?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BLAHAHAHAHA!! This just makes me laugh. The day before this he did something SO hilarious that I still kick myself for not having my camera ready. Josh and I were nowhere near him when he crawled to the end of the foot stool and jumped off of it like he was doing a belly flop in the pool. Thank goodness Josh had just put pillows down or else it could have been bad! It was hilarious!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/vpz-nXR7JaE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Try watching this without at least smiling</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/JlYozx8hX9U?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jumping off the side of the pool</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/_7bDbYOEvOo/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/_7bDbYOEvOo?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/_7bDbYOEvOo?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">Swimming with Grannie (&amp; Dundee)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/OJUCL7mOfDY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We got this new floatie for Mase to use at the pool. Whenever it is not in the pool he loves bouncing on it all the time, ha!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Okay kids. I know I missed 854309859453 things that happened last night but that's all I have tonight! Now that we are caught up, I'm looking forward to blogging on time in the next couple of weeks! Fingers crossed! Happy Hump Day!&nbsp;</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-21480561571729869272014-06-05T18:44:00.000-07:002014-06-05T18:46:19.711-07:0011 Months OldSo I'm going to save my excuses for not being on in a month. All I can say is: sorry bout it! I will post a 1 month round up at some point but I wanted to get this one out of the way <strike>before another month goes by</strike>. Can you believe Mase is 11 months old today??? I CANNOT! Time has just flown by with my little guy! We have had a lot of updates so I'm going to get right into it after these short cute pics of my big boy:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBoVHqhkGVc/U5EW4Wrq03I/AAAAAAAADUY/vnApFDm5Ipk/s1600/P1010092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBoVHqhkGVc/U5EW4Wrq03I/AAAAAAAADUY/vnApFDm5Ipk/s1600/P1010092.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLWv2Pnld0g/U5EW5AYER_I/AAAAAAAADUc/I4HyYTBgMP0/s1600/P1010094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CLWv2Pnld0g/U5EW5AYER_I/AAAAAAAADUc/I4HyYTBgMP0/s1600/P1010094.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsX0VkhWQtk/U5EW5ZbQhII/AAAAAAAADUg/EH-XlZzMVO4/s1600/P1010098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsX0VkhWQtk/U5EW5ZbQhII/AAAAAAAADUg/EH-XlZzMVO4/s1600/P1010098.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12ts76MXG2Q/U5EXZRp3jYI/AAAAAAAADUw/MoBAbe2D0MM/s1600/P1010099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12ts76MXG2Q/U5EXZRp3jYI/AAAAAAAADUw/MoBAbe2D0MM/s1600/P1010099.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRtMoPbVREo/U5EXbaRVOlI/AAAAAAAADU8/r-HTjN5OLyo/s1600/P1010103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRtMoPbVREo/U5EXbaRVOlI/AAAAAAAADU8/r-HTjN5OLyo/s1600/P1010103.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXuVee34X0E/U5EXbH11l0I/AAAAAAAADU4/zqTLc2-tu3E/s1600/P1010104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXuVee34X0E/U5EXbH11l0I/AAAAAAAADU4/zqTLc2-tu3E/s1600/P1010104.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As you can see, <strike>he hates me</strike>&nbsp;he won't sit still long enough to let me get a good one!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Weight/Length: Not a clue. We're thinking somewhere around 25 lbs? Considering he is now in 18 month clothing, it's safe to say he is extremely tall! His 12 month clothing still fit but they always ride up his belly and legs.<br /><br />Sleep: We've been having a little bit of trouble lately. Mase has always gone to bed around 8. Sometimes if he naps later then we will hold him off until around 8:30 pm to lay him down. Lately he has started crying out in the middle of the night. Most of the time he is dreaming but about one time every other week he will be awake crying. We have been really good about staying strong and not going in there because we have found if we do the end result is the same which consists of him screaming it out anyways. After about 3 minutes he will fall back asleep. He usually sleeps until around 5-6 am then he wakes up for an early morning bottle. He has always done this. I can only think of a couple of occasions where he has slept through the night until 8:30 am or so. At this point we give him a bottle, change his diaper, and lay him back down. He will usually finish the bottle, play for a few minutes, then go back to sleep until 8:15 or when I have to wake him up to leave for work.<br /><br />At our 9 month appointment the doctor gave us the okay to give him whole milk. Since then we have been working on adding it in. However, this week we are starting to wean him off of the formula. Granny (Ms. Dawn) gave us a great tip of giving him milk in his sippy cup at his 6:00 am feeding because a lot of times when they realize it isn't the formula bottle, then they don't want it. We tried this Tuesday morning and he didn't even drink it. He just looked at it then went straight back to sleep. This morning when he woke up, he looked like he was playing in his crib but was whining every few minutes. So I put some milk in his cup and waited outside his door to see if he would go back to sleep. I should have just waited it out but I figured that the second I laid my head down on the pillow he would start screaming for a bottle/milk so I went in there to give it to him. I had not even shut the door when I head this "clunk" which sounded like something hitting the floor. The little sucker had thrown his cup out of his crib like, "Screw you Mom! You know this isn't my milk." He ended up crying it out for a few minutes then went back to sleep until 7:30. We'll see how tomorrow goes..<br /><br />Wish me luck with this. I'll keep you updated!<br /><br />Feeding: Can I please tell you that this child is going to eat me out of house and home? I am not exaggerating. Granny took him out to eat breakfast with Mrs. Laura this week and she reported to me that he ate 2 whole biscuits with gravy, a cup of grapes, and 6 pieces of sausage. Then he ate another huge meal at lunch too. We went out to dinner the other night where he ate 4 of the biggest strawberries I have ever seen, 3 big chicken strips, fries, and some of my pasta. Where does he put it??? Need more proof? Watch this video for yourself:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/cCPDd6zqznA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He ate the.entire.thing. Don't believe me??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/SEi_YdmjkLw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/SEi_YdmjkLw?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/SEi_YdmjkLw?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't worry, his friend Jayda cleaned hers too!</div><br />Firsts/Developments: I'm lumping these together because at this point it's basically the same thing. Get ready friends, there are A LOT! You know I love having my camera out for everything so I will show you most of them.<br /><br />Mason's new favorite game is to chase/run. We will walk like we're going into another room and if he's not paying attention we will call for him while we hide behind an object (usually a fridge or bookshelf). When he comes around the corner we pretend to chase him and he will turn around booking it the other way. Sometimes he will even chase you then book it when you turn around. Like, so:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/xfBeX-xp-BI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><br /><br />He also is <u><b>obsessed</b></u> with climbing things. He climbs the stairs, pillows, couches, his car, furniture, baby gates, people, everything. If it's something that he can climb on or over he will do it. I swear he gave Grandma Debbie a heart attack when we went to visit because he climbed from the ottoman to the chair, over the arm rest of the chair onto a table, from the table to the couch, from the couch to another table, then turned around and wanted to head back! I will add that part of the heart attack comes from him climbing head first into everything. I'm pretty sure he needs a helmet. See below:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/JFxLAPiBXks?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/vuagsNlTm-U?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ujLFopfVoc/U5C_rA4O6hI/AAAAAAAADTU/RALRELgvRWQ/s1600/IMG_6263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ujLFopfVoc/U5C_rA4O6hI/AAAAAAAADTU/RALRELgvRWQ/s1600/IMG_6263.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sx2QlPdCPf4/U5C_rRQPNeI/AAAAAAAADTY/U-PCiA1ldc4/s1600/IMG_6268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sx2QlPdCPf4/U5C_rRQPNeI/AAAAAAAADTY/U-PCiA1ldc4/s1600/IMG_6268.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rk8npK5JE0/U5C_qgOmb5I/AAAAAAAADTQ/69pflgDHkz4/s1600/IMG_6270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rk8npK5JE0/U5C_qgOmb5I/AAAAAAAADTQ/69pflgDHkz4/s1600/IMG_6270.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqw12YX6uo/U5C_vyCQW4I/AAAAAAAADTo/letRbxjziLs/s1600/IMG_6272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqw12YX6uo/U5C_vyCQW4I/AAAAAAAADTo/letRbxjziLs/s1600/IMG_6272.JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josh was trying to tap him on the shoulder to ask what he was doing but M kept ignoring him. This kid is hilar.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />M is now more comfortable with standing on his own. In the beginning it's like he didn't know what he was doing and would immediately sink back to the floor if he saw that he was standing. Having that said, he is now starting to take a few steps here and there. Look at this big boy!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/iG0pheXBHq0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And with the walking.. here comes this....</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/_z1EpVkl3do/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/_z1EpVkl3do?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/_z1EpVkl3do?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mother of the Year right here! Yes, he is fine. He only cried for a minute... or so.</div><br />As you have seen in previous pictures, we have this little push car that Mase loves to ride in. But he really likes the steering wheel. Since we don't have a long street and Granny does, I decided to let Mase drive one morning when we got in here neighborhood:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/QcB-m5hN7FI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Multi-tasking at its finest. We were literally going 3 mph - calm down Mi Mi!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KyYpbNbfAQ/U5DBagSjdhI/AAAAAAAADTw/jXVXerA0JwA/s1600/IMG_6036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3KyYpbNbfAQ/U5DBagSjdhI/AAAAAAAADTw/jXVXerA0JwA/s1600/IMG_6036.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's mastered the "driving with your eyes closed"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bo5VuYJBRA/U5DBbAleb3I/AAAAAAAADT0/0T9DER3gnXo/s1600/IMG_6037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bo5VuYJBRA/U5DBbAleb3I/AAAAAAAADT0/0T9DER3gnXo/s1600/IMG_6037.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6APwNK7DQSc/U5DBbKn9NiI/AAAAAAAADT8/2hVCTbyvU6I/s1600/IMG_6040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6APwNK7DQSc/U5DBbKn9NiI/AAAAAAAADT8/2hVCTbyvU6I/s1600/IMG_6040.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_1TXw_1yqc/U5DBigXT00I/AAAAAAAADUI/7yy8bLcY89A/s1600/IMG_6041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r_1TXw_1yqc/U5DBigXT00I/AAAAAAAADUI/7yy8bLcY89A/s1600/IMG_6041.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great. He drives like his father. Eyes are everywhere but on the road.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Here lately he is obsessed with blowing air out of his mouth/making fart noises. If you do it to him he thinks it's hilarious too!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ANC4QSkRgCM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/AVff71S2V7c?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Since it has been so warm out, we have been LIVING at the pool. Granny takes him over a lot during the week, too. He has learned how to kick his feet, blow bubbles, and slowly swimming to the sides of the pool:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/MzVzOy3KmPM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/rwnq4pd4dFI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/KM7IXA846mk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Granny has also taught him to "roll over", ha! Our little puppy boy!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/soAxrKuM9-A?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We are currently working on "blowing kisses."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/mVG4zXg57wQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And then there's the "clap"/"big clap" - he LOVES doing this. Every time he does something good or he hears "good job" he will start doing this =cutest.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/KnCT1cDkWIs?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Special thanks to Nae Nae for getting this CUTE outfit for me.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We got this one yesterday where he is pushing the car by himself:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/WwcfJZVElTk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">His favorite thing to do here lately is to throw things. (Sigh) He throws food, toys, sippy cup, pacifiers, his Bear he sleeps with, rocks, grass, everything! Just this week he would throw things just to watch them fall. Yesterday we watched him throw almost all of his toys over his baby-gate into the kitchen. Then he cried because he decided he wanted them. I know what you're thinking: left or right arm? Both. I guess it's still up in the air!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />**Side note for this next part: You know how kids will test you? Mase is the KING of this. If he knows he's not supposed to do something, he will pretend like he's doing something else just to make sure you're watching. He is constantly pushing the lines. For instance, he knows he's not allowed to climb on the stairs. However, he will crawl over in the direction of the stairs and pretend like he's interested in something over there - like playing in the dirt or something so silly that we know will not occupy his time - and slowly inch his way toward the bottom stair. Then he'll casually put his hands around the stairs for a few seconds before putting one hand on one of them. When he tell him "no" he looks at us like, "what?? I'm not doing anything!" Or another one of my favorites is he will play around the stairs and pretend like he's using the higher stair as a prop to pull himself up, wait a few seconds to see if he can get away with it, then start climbing on them. This kid!**<strike>&lt;-- End of longest.side.note.EVER.</strike><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Back to throwing. I have to tell you about the phone call I got from Granny on Friday telling me what this rotten child did. You know those moments where kids do something they shouldn't but it's so funny/unexpected you're at a loss for words or you just end up laughing instead of disciplining? It happens to me often. This was one of these moments. You see these angels??</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXDEncVxUs8/U5EX3AEbd7I/AAAAAAAADVQ/hXCjZl4Wvj4/s1600/FOT626A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXDEncVxUs8/U5EX3AEbd7I/AAAAAAAADVQ/hXCjZl4Wvj4/s1600/FOT626A.jpg" height="320" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice the flip flops beside the angels.</td></tr></tbody></table>Mason knows he is not allowed to touch them. Granny said that he started crawling over there towards them. When he got over to the angels, he stuck out his hand to touch one and Granny said, "Mason" in a stern voice. Well he did this a few more times then crawled a few feet away to pretend like he was playing with a sandal nearby. A minute later, with one sandal in hand, he crawled back over to the angels. He then proceeded to put his hand over towards an angel when Granny said, "Mason, no!" As soon as he heard "no!" he threw the sandal he was holding into the angels and looked at Granny with a half grin like he was saying, "I'll show you old lady!" Then he immediately booked it over to the trash can across the room. REALLY child?? I agree with Granny, sometimes you just can't help but laugh. What was the most important thing of this story? He threw it with his left hand, ha! This kid is hilar, I tell you.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mase is doing something new every day. I'm sure I'm forgetting stuff but that's what next month is for, right??</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Likes: he still loves eating rocks, eating in general, bath time, throwing, swimming, I swear he likes pooping since he does it 843290483 times a day, sleeping, throwing temper tantrums, climbing, giggling, chasing, playing peek-a-boo, clapping, waving, everything. He's really a great kid and very easy! We are so spoiled ;-)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dislikes: putting on sunscreen, being hungry (which is all the time), changing his diaper, putting on clothes (as you can tell since he never has any on in the pics I post), being told "no".&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What I'm Thankful For: the life I have. For those of you that know me, you know I stress/worry about things. Lately, I've been stepping back to be grateful for everything that God has given us because He has given us SO much. Would it be nice if money trees existed? Yes <strike>and I am still hunting for the person that told me that this was real when I was younger and you will get the beating of your life when I find you</strike>. Would it be nice to have a bigger house? Yes. A new car? Yes. Be able to take a pee (or poop) in peace without my child coming in, climbing all over me, or banging on the door (this includes my husband asking what I am doing as well. I mean, really, I'm in the bathroom. Can a woman take a poop in peace???)? Yes. Spend more time with my kid? Absolutely. These things would be nice but I realized that God has given me a great husband, the best kid in the world, family, friends, a job, and SO much more. He has given me everything I need. For that I am beyond thankful.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What I'm Looking Forward To: Mase's first birthday coming up! WOOT WOOT! With that, Uncle Tracy is coming in for it, YAYYYY!!! We're having his birthday party the Saturday before his birthday then we're spending his birthday weekend in Hickory having a weekend party!!! SO MUCH ROOM FOR ACTIVITIES!! Then there is nothing on our plate and I plan to keep it that way ;-)&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Next Appointment: Monday, July 7th</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well friends, I am off! I will try to write something again soon! Happy Friday Eve!</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-51286417290878572082014-05-07T21:12:00.001-07:002014-05-07T21:12:20.108-07:0010 Months OldOMG two posts in one week?! THAT'S RIGHT!!! I am on it this week ;-) I'm feeling sleepy so I'm going to attempt to make this a short one. Mase is finally back to his crazy self and I could not be happier! Thank you for all of your well wishes and prayers! Here's some cute pics of this little booger in his 10 month photo shoot:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VnZdfjmTcic/U2r1vd2LxuI/AAAAAAAADN4/iQh3wJklpCk/s1600/P1010071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VnZdfjmTcic/U2r1vd2LxuI/AAAAAAAADN4/iQh3wJklpCk/s1600/P1010071.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2O1Hk9umUE/U2r1vHUaM4I/AAAAAAAADN0/GO25nPu2QXw/s1600/P1010073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k2O1Hk9umUE/U2r1vHUaM4I/AAAAAAAADN0/GO25nPu2QXw/s1600/P1010073.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arFXBIvY_OY/U2r1vZ9znrI/AAAAAAAADN8/5Rf18AOQxhI/s1600/P1010074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arFXBIvY_OY/U2r1vZ9znrI/AAAAAAAADN8/5Rf18AOQxhI/s1600/P1010074.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjoUelvWymQ/U2r2Jv8wejI/AAAAAAAADOM/b4NqULOS3go/s1600/P1010076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjoUelvWymQ/U2r2Jv8wejI/AAAAAAAADOM/b4NqULOS3go/s1600/P1010076.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">As you can tell, he was not feeling cooperative tonight.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSxEwCQPxjw/U2r2M6Z625I/AAAAAAAADOU/7ubMdfAKBmg/s1600/P1010077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JSxEwCQPxjw/U2r2M6Z625I/AAAAAAAADOU/7ubMdfAKBmg/s1600/P1010077.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K3fTFqvAbVw/U2r2NQ_3ILI/AAAAAAAADOc/u15dpmoiIeo/s1600/P1010078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K3fTFqvAbVw/U2r2NQ_3ILI/AAAAAAAADOc/u15dpmoiIeo/s1600/P1010078.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3t2bl8jAF_4/U2r2kwznXJI/AAAAAAAADOk/Oc-UdAv3rK0/s1600/P1010080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3t2bl8jAF_4/U2r2kwznXJI/AAAAAAAADOk/Oc-UdAv3rK0/s1600/P1010080.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjUrC-BQ8HQ/U2r2nQpcihI/AAAAAAAADOs/gM-LnIM4E_g/s1600/P1010081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qjUrC-BQ8HQ/U2r2nQpcihI/AAAAAAAADOs/gM-LnIM4E_g/s1600/P1010081.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwJenvzdVMc/U2r2oecdeUI/AAAAAAAADO0/tIv9fY5t4L4/s1600/P1010083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nwJenvzdVMc/U2r2oecdeUI/AAAAAAAADO0/tIv9fY5t4L4/s1600/P1010083.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />Weight/Length: Not sure why I put this because I have no clue. They weighed Mase a couple of weeks ago and he was 22 lbs 7 ounces so I'm assuming he's somewhere around there still.<br /><br />Sleep: Still sleeps like a champ. He goes to bed around 8:15-8:30 pm every night and &nbsp;will occasionally wake up anywhere from 5-6 am but after a bottle he will sleep until 9:00 or when I have to wake him up to leave in the mornings.<br /><br />Feeding: Homeboy eats so.much.food. When I picked him up, I was told that he ate a hot dog, strawberries, peaches, 3 helpings of yogurt, half a chicken sandwich, and watermelon. Where he puts it?? I have no clue! He's also not a picky eater which I am very grateful for. His latest favorites are strawberries, rocks, bananas, peaches, dirt, sticks, anything on the floor, toys, and raisins.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeuqIyMZDe4/U2r-qeoMW6I/AAAAAAAADQI/jwMuSAhLp3E/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeuqIyMZDe4/U2r-qeoMW6I/AAAAAAAADQI/jwMuSAhLp3E/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These rocks are delicious.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Firsts this months: I am SOO excited for this one this month!! As some of you may know, Joshy and I can be a little competitive with each other. Having that said, it gives me <strike>immeasurable</strike>&nbsp;great pleasure to inform you that Mase said "Mamma" first!! I WIN!!! SUCK IT JOSH!!! I have proof:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/JHs4GXs18k0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This wasn't a very good one but I managed to get a little of it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/h4plJUecEI8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I WINNN!!!! He loves me most ;-)</div><br />Some other firsts have been walking while holding your hands, crawling on stairs, attempting to climb out of the crib (already), eating rocks - they're more like boulders, saying "Mamma" (no Joshy, I just won't let this one go), and tons more that I cannot think of at the moment.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHRi2luO8y4/U2r-q5XVtBI/AAAAAAAADQM/3hKKM0LucNE/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHRi2luO8y4/U2r-q5XVtBI/AAAAAAAADQM/3hKKM0LucNE/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The dreaded stairs.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fem2ZLZpQWo/U2r-quVR-UI/AAAAAAAADQE/e3B3WLEadKY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fem2ZLZpQWo/U2r-quVR-UI/AAAAAAAADQE/e3B3WLEadKY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><br />Developments: He's starting to understand words and tones now. My favorite thing he's done lately is something that wasn't supposed to be funny but it is... &nbsp;As most of you know, I have been traveling like crazy lately. When Joshy and Mase picked me up from the airport this last trip from Texas we were riding in the car and Mase kept shaking his head back and forth. When I asked Josh what he was doing, Josh said, "it's been a rough weekend." Turns out, Mase was very mischievous while I was gone so Josh had to keep telling him "no, no, no, Mason" while shaking his head. Well, Mason picked up on it. So now, whenever we say no, Mason shakes his head like this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/pp9h3e6-VAg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I haven't been able to get a good video of this yet but you see him doing it in this one. Now, try keeping a straight face and stand your ground while he's doing this. It is so hard!&nbsp;</div><br />M is also starting to be able to remember things and pick out things. For instance, he is obsessed with fans. He is constantly going into rooms and looking up to see if the fan is on. And my goodness, the light switch. If you let him turn it on and off you can see the wheels turning. Mind = &nbsp;blown.<br /><br />Like I previously mentioned, he will remember things. We've been working on clapping recently as well as giving high fives. He's got these pretty down pat but here's his latest of "how big is Mason":<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/_2I98f9Ntmk/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/_2I98f9Ntmk?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/_2I98f9Ntmk?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">SOOOO big!&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/WR3Pm3vztVY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The big clap</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Another thing he has started doing is opening and closing doors and cabinets. He will crawl into a room and shut the door then start screaming because he's trapped and it's dark. Well, genius, don't shut the door! Here's an example:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/KIbztnG5D7k?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are almost to the walking point. Right now he can stand by himself but it's only when he's not meaning to. When he sees that he's standing on his own I think it scares him because he sits down really quickly LOL. I'm sure that he'll be walking in the next month?? Wishful thinking??</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Likes: baths, eating, crawling, climbing, steps, anything that is dangerous, opening and closing doors/cabinets, talking, saying "Mamma" <strike>because I'm the favorite</strike>, walking with your hands, crawling, eating rocks, being outdoors, people watching, etc. He's such a happy kid that he's rarely ever sad/grumpy.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dislikes: Cuddling. Whenever I was pregnant Josh told me that he was glad I was having a child so that I would be able to cuddle with him and never bother Josh again. WELL HE LIED!! I <i>would</i> have the child that didn't want to cuddle. Every time I even attempt to force it Snotty McSnotterson wants to run away from me. Literally, he runs away. (SIGH) He also dislikes getting out of the bath. But his greatest dislike is being told, "no." He is the most stubborn child I have ever met. He gets it honest from his father.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What I'm Thankful for: I know I say this every time but I am just so thankful for Josh. These past couple of months I have been so busy. He has stepped up so much and has never complained once about needing a break. I mean seriously, sometimes I ask for a break and it's not even 6:30. That man is a saint! I love you so much Joshy and couldn't do this without you! You are the BEST!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What I'm looking forward to: The next couple weekends at home. AND Mason's 1 year old photos that are going to be done by the AH-MAZING&nbsp;<a href="http://www.stephaniealdridgephotography.com/blog/" target="_blank">Stephanie Aldridge Photography</a>. Seriously friends, she's legit. Check her out and book her ASAP!!! I can't wait to show y'all!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's some more randomness to catch you up on our lives:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyTUt88WChg/U2r-nzO4-TI/AAAAAAAADPE/h8Zpz1FlPsg/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KyTUt88WChg/U2r-nzO4-TI/AAAAAAAADPE/h8Zpz1FlPsg/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thursday night we had our first visit to Hooters. Mason kept trying to get fresh with the waitress. Get it together son!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7pC-3iF7eU/U2r-oI4npFI/AAAAAAAADPQ/xyjmUbamvXw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7pC-3iF7eU/U2r-oI4npFI/AAAAAAAADPQ/xyjmUbamvXw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd_733sIz-Q/U2r-pNWBngI/AAAAAAAADPU/0pcwREEfQeE/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wd_733sIz-Q/U2r-pNWBngI/AAAAAAAADPU/0pcwREEfQeE/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Up until this week, we have been using the&nbsp;<a href="http://www.chiccousa.com/gear/highchairs-hookons/360-hook-on/360-hook-on-miro.aspx" target="_blank">Chicco 360 Hook On Travel HighChair</a>. We loved this and it was so convenient for when we went places that didn't have highchairs. However, it was cloth which means it was not very suitable for everyday use. While I was in Texas, Josh went out and got us a brand new beautiful highchair! We originally did not want to purchase an expensive one but his reasoning was, "it converts into a booster and it's durable enough to last us through the next child." The next child?!?! VICTORY IS MINE AGAIN!!! He's slowly but surely coming around to another one! Didn't I say he was the greatest hubby in the world?!?!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag7SOvvqB_4/U2r-plvVGEI/AAAAAAAADPg/ahC7YiEw_os/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag7SOvvqB_4/U2r-plvVGEI/AAAAAAAADPg/ahC7YiEw_os/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5bc5KHDIWE/U2r-qMiDOrI/AAAAAAAADPk/pa81dglzJzs/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5bc5KHDIWE/U2r-qMiDOrI/AAAAAAAADPk/pa81dglzJzs/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div>&nbsp;<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKUog_R-5D8/U2r-r30dxZI/AAAAAAAADQU/sa-enpigBgg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKUog_R-5D8/U2r-r30dxZI/AAAAAAAADQU/sa-enpigBgg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Friday night we had dinner with Aunt Hayley and Uncle Lee. Their dog-child Duncan came over and Mason was seriously in love. Duncan was SO good with Mason and I can't wait until we can get a puppy!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AZLrfnqO5E/U2r-sDuHBrI/AAAAAAAADQQ/-aqV1zOWVD4/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7AZLrfnqO5E/U2r-sDuHBrI/AAAAAAAADQQ/-aqV1zOWVD4/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAcESoO6HeQ/U2r-oC-OEmI/AAAAAAAADPI/tPeg4goHK0g/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EAcESoO6HeQ/U2r-oC-OEmI/AAAAAAAADPI/tPeg4goHK0g/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saturday night dinner at Zapatas.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-MKecTgNi4/U2r-o5B0WTI/AAAAAAAADPY/cYTc77iZ9ZM/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-MKecTgNi4/U2r-o5B0WTI/AAAAAAAADPY/cYTc77iZ9ZM/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi1GGTc23X4/U2r-u0TTzJI/AAAAAAAADQk/up-uSiEdSSw/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bi1GGTc23X4/U2r-u0TTzJI/AAAAAAAADQk/up-uSiEdSSw/s1600/image.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Sunday we attended Cousin Christie's baby shower. Craft was able to make it to the shower and they were both -by chance- wearing their matching outfits I got them for Easter!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6hvu0gurIc/U2r-uwG1-dI/AAAAAAAADQo/fb118RzvGeo/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6hvu0gurIc/U2r-uwG1-dI/AAAAAAAADQo/fb118RzvGeo/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Hey Craft, stop hogging all the mirror space."</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B1JOHJ2S-KQ/U2r-vhwxQOI/AAAAAAAADQ0/h7RUfY3ryiw/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B1JOHJ2S-KQ/U2r-vhwxQOI/AAAAAAAADQ0/h7RUfY3ryiw/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're still working on "gentle." But this pic cracks me up. Mason was using Craft's face as a stool to reach that mirror. And yes, I took the time to document it before removing the beast child LOL</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMGvlaG_eWM/U2r-vxchbZI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xkPzRVFHQKU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bMGvlaG_eWM/U2r-vxchbZI/AAAAAAAADQ4/xkPzRVFHQKU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful letters that Pop Pops made for Elizabeth Michelle Strickland!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YsDDZbp2D5o/U2r-wDSdyhI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Xbk5jXU0G_g/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YsDDZbp2D5o/U2r-wDSdyhI/AAAAAAAADQ8/Xbk5jXU0G_g/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had not even pulled out of the church parking lot before Mason was passed.out. He didn't even wake up when I got him out of his car seat. Bless him.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4t1_y-pUtU/U2r-wbMN9gI/AAAAAAAADRA/8ofL-lfd5nw/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4t1_y-pUtU/U2r-wbMN9gI/AAAAAAAADRA/8ofL-lfd5nw/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Splashing in the pool with MiMi</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4s1mKlvfjc/U2r-wuQwIUI/AAAAAAAADRE/gAk-NvFR1vY/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H4s1mKlvfjc/U2r-wuQwIUI/AAAAAAAADRE/gAk-NvFR1vY/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGKECQfXZsM/U2r-xYnGO9I/AAAAAAAADRY/7STz218UP6Q/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fGKECQfXZsM/U2r-xYnGO9I/AAAAAAAADRY/7STz218UP6Q/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a throwback of Celina's wedding photobooth. I had SO much fun with these girls and miss them already!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoqzaM7d340/U2r-vBpO0BI/AAAAAAAADQw/tPRgqMlgXaA/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoqzaM7d340/U2r-vBpO0BI/AAAAAAAADQw/tPRgqMlgXaA/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7N6WgvkFVM/U2r-0NhgWHI/AAAAAAAADRw/JswEx5G9B88/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7N6WgvkFVM/U2r-0NhgWHI/AAAAAAAADRw/JswEx5G9B88/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mason and his bestie Jayda. Apparently, he smacked Jayda in the face too. But instead of hitting him back <strike>like she should have</strike>&nbsp;she gave him a big hug and a kiss. She is the SWEETEST!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsAaa_cRhMw/U2r-zysiyLI/AAAAAAAADRs/oqsuqI0zVV4/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NsAaa_cRhMw/U2r-zysiyLI/AAAAAAAADRs/oqsuqI0zVV4/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase and Grannie (Dawn) made me an egg shell plant for Mother's Day. Isn't it the cutest?! I can't wait until she gets Mase's Mother's Day gift for her. He did such a great job tonight with it!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83oNpMBAp1k/U2r-0NZ2PTI/AAAAAAAADR4/oIdpshgxJ7s/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-83oNpMBAp1k/U2r-0NZ2PTI/AAAAAAAADR4/oIdpshgxJ7s/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was my birthday present from Mason that he made at Grannie's. Thank you Grannie, these are so special to me!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJung-qvBlM/U2r-0lXkqyI/AAAAAAAADSU/GoDvuOG2umw/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJung-qvBlM/U2r-0lXkqyI/AAAAAAAADSU/GoDvuOG2umw/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1) Isn't it the cutest rabbit?? 2) I'm pretty sure the beast-child is the next Big Foot. If baseball fails, we won't rule out skiing.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVrwDMFqWE/U2r-0355t2I/AAAAAAAADR8/2TpBAQhlU1w/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVrwDMFqWE/U2r-0355t2I/AAAAAAAADR8/2TpBAQhlU1w/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Mother's Day gift - The Eyes are the cutest!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z294C9jKq3Y/U2r-1Vo5UfI/AAAAAAAADSE/kKmQEvwBQ-8/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z294C9jKq3Y/U2r-1Vo5UfI/AAAAAAAADSE/kKmQEvwBQ-8/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase even painted the back for me! Big boy!!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/I81sYw8pOpM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/XCpR4A-Khz8?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Try to watch this without smiling!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/ME9Z_5pSrcc/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/ME9Z_5pSrcc?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/ME9Z_5pSrcc?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Alright friends. I am going to bed. I hope everyone has a fantastic Thursday and I will try to report back next week! Much love to you all and God Bless!</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-5786878099546074932014-05-05T20:24:00.003-07:002014-05-05T20:24:55.174-07:00Easter, Texas & SeizuresSeizures?? Yep! We had a big one <strike>and by big I mean a full on 10 second one</strike>. At least it felt like it was 4832904832 seconds long! But before I get to that... I've been slacking <strike>again</strike>&nbsp;so I need to catch everyone up to speed. I'm going to fly through my other 885430954 pics before I get to the seizure part or else I will never remember it all.&nbsp;<div><br /></div><div>Before I knew it, Easter was upon us. I was so excited that the Baum Squad was able to come down and spend most of that week here in Charlotte. I had an event that I was trying to prepare for that week but was so excited when Lilly, Craft, Sarah and Danny came to visit me at work. I would pull lots of toys out for them to play with:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68x7xXO0kqo/U2g_ZHoSaSI/AAAAAAAADA8/nbW3Shdb96E/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-68x7xXO0kqo/U2g_ZHoSaSI/AAAAAAAADA8/nbW3Shdb96E/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAnKRTleGf0/U2g_ZJMlYQI/AAAAAAAADBE/Bdq51Y2uTtk/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAnKRTleGf0/U2g_ZJMlYQI/AAAAAAAADBE/Bdq51Y2uTtk/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4qOBzscpE8/U2g_ZUHD19I/AAAAAAAADBA/I5KawEB6z7s/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i4qOBzscpE8/U2g_ZUHD19I/AAAAAAAADBA/I5KawEB6z7s/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C78e0HXiQpU/U2g_Zyu2wgI/AAAAAAAADBI/5xd4W-bwGGs/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C78e0HXiQpU/U2g_Zyu2wgI/AAAAAAAADBI/5xd4W-bwGGs/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoUWu0XxH34/U2g_aIN3A_I/AAAAAAAADBQ/OsWwc-6bVMA/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WoUWu0XxH34/U2g_aIN3A_I/AAAAAAAADBQ/OsWwc-6bVMA/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>That Thursday night was the season's first Thirsty Thursday. If you don't remember, this is how Joshy and I first met so -along with the $2.00 beverages - we are huge fans. It was also our second game at the stadium. Special thanks for everyone that let us use their tickets! We had so much fun!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a53YwFuijcE/U2g_42Ef90I/AAAAAAAADBo/T51FXR4QPiA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a53YwFuijcE/U2g_42Ef90I/AAAAAAAADBo/T51FXR4QPiA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hunter, Derrick &amp; Aunt Syd</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sNVvEpLf-o0/U2g_4iyKTEI/AAAAAAAADBk/ijFzeNoOkz4/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sNVvEpLf-o0/U2g_4iyKTEI/AAAAAAAADBk/ijFzeNoOkz4/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="117" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMOkzSP80CA/U2g_77OxxsI/AAAAAAAADB0/o2PR2T9pQsU/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CMOkzSP80CA/U2g_77OxxsI/AAAAAAAADB0/o2PR2T9pQsU/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little girl was famous! She was on the big screen like 2348902384 times!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJDalEPbA7A/U2g_8Vp8Q8I/AAAAAAAADB4/Rb38fkgDmF0/s1600/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NJDalEPbA7A/U2g_8Vp8Q8I/AAAAAAAADB4/Rb38fkgDmF0/s1600/image.png" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Saturday, I had a HUGE Easter Egg Mania event that I have been working <strike>my a$$ off for</strike>&nbsp;on. It was such a success and I was so glad that my entire family was here to support and celebrate with me:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULhHGpnYi_A/U2hBHDBQkuI/AAAAAAAADCQ/GQicrY-12Gc/s1600/P1000887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULhHGpnYi_A/U2hBHDBQkuI/AAAAAAAADCQ/GQicrY-12Gc/s1600/P1000887.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4_6zNIDXII/U2hBDdja1uI/AAAAAAAADCI/moWWypT0DYk/s1600/P1000889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4_6zNIDXII/U2hBDdja1uI/AAAAAAAADCI/moWWypT0DYk/s1600/P1000889.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h44RQ-W_W8k/U2hBHQeJt9I/AAAAAAAADCU/_WOX4ovH-bU/s1600/P1000892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h44RQ-W_W8k/U2hBHQeJt9I/AAAAAAAADCU/_WOX4ovH-bU/s1600/P1000892.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIDtKQZx-WA/U2hBfKBOpxI/AAAAAAAADCg/Y-0LSR4qvfU/s1600/P1000893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIDtKQZx-WA/U2hBfKBOpxI/AAAAAAAADCg/Y-0LSR4qvfU/s1600/P1000893.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now it's a party</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbRWFLl-LmY/U2hBjtQs93I/AAAAAAAADCo/vQPq6HIBVIQ/s1600/P1000899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbRWFLl-LmY/U2hBjtQs93I/AAAAAAAADCo/vQPq6HIBVIQ/s1600/P1000899.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7OeYWC8ngI/U2hBj7MPMjI/AAAAAAAADCs/UlQf5X5SF6E/s1600/P1000900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E7OeYWC8ngI/U2hBj7MPMjI/AAAAAAAADCs/UlQf5X5SF6E/s1600/P1000900.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZQkrpdrowI/U2hB6iyHQAI/AAAAAAAADC4/FgSAT4AUhBE/s1600/P1000901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cZQkrpdrowI/U2hB6iyHQAI/AAAAAAAADC4/FgSAT4AUhBE/s1600/P1000901.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwZytZmqyLc/U2hB_oywLfI/AAAAAAAADDA/FXlR1c-_dL0/s1600/P1000905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwZytZmqyLc/U2hB_oywLfI/AAAAAAAADDA/FXlR1c-_dL0/s1600/P1000905.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIeaVFkIZMs/U2hCATqec2I/AAAAAAAADDE/jE8UbhjiGYQ/s1600/P1000907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIeaVFkIZMs/U2hCATqec2I/AAAAAAAADDE/jE8UbhjiGYQ/s1600/P1000907.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmI5OOPouX8/U2hCIHkw51I/AAAAAAAADDQ/2dbukIk2SEI/s1600/P1000908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmI5OOPouX8/U2hCIHkw51I/AAAAAAAADDQ/2dbukIk2SEI/s1600/P1000908.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Special thanks to all the fam for attending. Y'alls support means so much to me! After the event Grandma Debbie &amp; Pop Pops took us all out for lunch -greatest gparents ever, right?!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Later on that evening we enjoyed a laid back night of dyeing Easter Eggs:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9a3CeshI3c/U2hDoDNUhtI/AAAAAAAADDc/YW54CXx94js/s1600/P1000912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m9a3CeshI3c/U2hDoDNUhtI/AAAAAAAADDc/YW54CXx94js/s1600/P1000912.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns1cmvf1U7g/U2hDs4jaC_I/AAAAAAAADDs/LkQfha9X6iU/s1600/P1000913.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ns1cmvf1U7g/U2hDs4jaC_I/AAAAAAAADDs/LkQfha9X6iU/s1600/P1000913.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KixCz5L1wCE/U2hDotSCTyI/AAAAAAAADDg/KA4kfTLdq_4/s1600/P1000933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KixCz5L1wCE/U2hDotSCTyI/AAAAAAAADDg/KA4kfTLdq_4/s1600/P1000933.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JF1Ax_rGog/U2hEDx1ZVpI/AAAAAAAADD0/t60-09ZwYIc/s1600/P1000942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JF1Ax_rGog/U2hEDx1ZVpI/AAAAAAAADD0/t60-09ZwYIc/s1600/P1000942.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXHgvkq06Zo/U2hEIEOu6rI/AAAAAAAADD8/mT78cUeP2MU/s1600/P1000970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kXHgvkq06Zo/U2hEIEOu6rI/AAAAAAAADD8/mT78cUeP2MU/s1600/P1000970.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQvFBc7Ywi8/U2hEInOtdLI/AAAAAAAADEA/hp2IHnl4SDo/s1600/P1000971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQvFBc7Ywi8/U2hEInOtdLI/AAAAAAAADEA/hp2IHnl4SDo/s1600/P1000971.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was over the eggs pretty quickly so he decided to help Paw Paw eat some of his orange</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLZW3o733IE/U2hEX8464UI/AAAAAAAADEM/9-N5Otgc1ws/s1600/P1000972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLZW3o733IE/U2hEX8464UI/AAAAAAAADEM/9-N5Otgc1ws/s1600/P1000972.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPLn0HB8NSQ/U2hEZgeD9RI/AAAAAAAADEU/TibAEeTt4Zk/s1600/P1000981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPLn0HB8NSQ/U2hEZgeD9RI/AAAAAAAADEU/TibAEeTt4Zk/s1600/P1000981.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This kid is too freaking cute! Craft, the supervisor!</td></tr></tbody></table><div>After Egg dyeing it was bath time. Prepare for some serious cuteness!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dN5ugqZQ1E/U2hI9jmlWxI/AAAAAAAADHI/lAeY2DD0NU0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dN5ugqZQ1E/U2hI9jmlWxI/AAAAAAAADHI/lAeY2DD0NU0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC4SXY02YA0/U2hI94VVgiI/AAAAAAAADHQ/rk_sIpUe-eo/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC4SXY02YA0/U2hI94VVgiI/AAAAAAAADHQ/rk_sIpUe-eo/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOrpY_nbOLI/U2hI9tBBz4I/AAAAAAAADHM/kZSBt2w4nU0/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOrpY_nbOLI/U2hI9tBBz4I/AAAAAAAADHM/kZSBt2w4nU0/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGz9AXWIgys/U2hI-HRIjgI/AAAAAAAADHg/LdYsNxYrfo0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGz9AXWIgys/U2hI-HRIjgI/AAAAAAAADHg/LdYsNxYrfo0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvmbCOXUt7I/U2hI-RdDr-I/AAAAAAAADHY/2R2EJ3v_fp0/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvmbCOXUt7I/U2hI-RdDr-I/AAAAAAAADHY/2R2EJ3v_fp0/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This pic is my fav. Lil's butt is so red! LOL</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW53Gz5OVJk/U2hI-3Q2_oI/AAAAAAAADHk/lBqNoM3r8WM/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VW53Gz5OVJk/U2hI-3Q2_oI/AAAAAAAADHk/lBqNoM3r8WM/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We turned in pretty early Saturday night in order to prepare for the big Easter Day. The Easter Bunny was a little too good to Mase this year. In his defense, nobody gave his wife a budget! WHOOPS!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDjXx4hyH0I/U2hGP_LUnzI/AAAAAAAADEg/goWTgzmYBoI/s1600/P1000984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDjXx4hyH0I/U2hGP_LUnzI/AAAAAAAADEg/goWTgzmYBoI/s1600/P1000984.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIFhymbA7qE/U2hGQ2hbgiI/AAAAAAAADEo/J4jxaUfMH7Q/s1600/P1000985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIFhymbA7qE/U2hGQ2hbgiI/AAAAAAAADEo/J4jxaUfMH7Q/s1600/P1000985.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6oXa-xwNuOg/U2hGQqys8DI/AAAAAAAADEk/tOXhvebXxm0/s1600/P1000988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ws-iI76xlSk/U2hIhJQ8AvI/AAAAAAAADGo/hM9TT0son1U/s1600/P1010055.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6rFW58Fxec/U2hIwh0mBhI/AAAAAAAADGw/mpoVVSovXvU/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6rFW58Fxec/U2hIwh0mBhI/AAAAAAAADGw/mpoVVSovXvU/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atQ5VyHGY2g/U2hIwsztKmI/AAAAAAAADG0/r0kpgLsIsLA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atQ5VyHGY2g/U2hIwsztKmI/AAAAAAAADG0/r0kpgLsIsLA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcldLRu_4gQ/U2hIwvxCvzI/AAAAAAAADG8/VGD8qzHQGRI/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcldLRu_4gQ/U2hIwvxCvzI/AAAAAAAADG8/VGD8qzHQGRI/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>That next Thursday I was back in Texas for my bestie's wedding. That night was very relaxing while we prepared last minute things for the wedding that Saturday night. Friday night was filled with a wonderful mani &amp; pedi then the rehearsal dinner.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-PxYIgK8JY/U2hJhBgra1I/AAAAAAAADH8/EIVTexMkEHo/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-PxYIgK8JY/U2hJhBgra1I/AAAAAAAADH8/EIVTexMkEHo/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XK_uC3pNw4/U2hJg8vJzmI/AAAAAAAADH4/vMqkdpd4u6c/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XK_uC3pNw4/U2hJg8vJzmI/AAAAAAAADH4/vMqkdpd4u6c/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That night we thought it would be a good idea to take the groom out for one last hoorah. Let's just say Mamma had a little too much to drink and had a great date with the bar floor at one point. But at least I could laugh about it??? The poor guy in front of me was so nice in trying to help me up and I couldn't thank him for laughing so hard - whoops! This is why you don't let mothers drink!!&nbsp;</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iwteJRq30KE/U2hJl8h-AVI/AAAAAAAADIQ/IhslcDqIigg/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iwteJRq30KE/U2hJl8h-AVI/AAAAAAAADIQ/IhslcDqIigg/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just for clarification... this is my hip. Not sure what I hit on the way down but SURPRISE!! It was loud and proud the next morning!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGB6DFXVpYA/U2hJ0PnXh4I/AAAAAAAADI4/6ywAzOCjw4I/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGB6DFXVpYA/U2hJ0PnXh4I/AAAAAAAADI4/6ywAzOCjw4I/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this would be my knee to which I am still sporting tonight, ha!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfC4uyOoQpg/U2hJmMfr4FI/AAAAAAAADIc/9_cueGhQXyQ/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EfC4uyOoQpg/U2hJmMfr4FI/AAAAAAAADIc/9_cueGhQXyQ/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting ready for the wedding&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSn-dbKARv8/U2hJqxmALeI/AAAAAAAADIw/recSl7ryyvw/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSn-dbKARv8/U2hJqxmALeI/AAAAAAAADIw/recSl7ryyvw/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="179" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Special congrats again to these lovebirds! The wedding was beautiful and I was so happy to celebrate with y'all and your awesome bridesmaid (and gmen) party!!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WySZ1eqBJ-o/U2hJp46LGrI/AAAAAAAADIo/hwOU1ii2-q4/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WySZ1eqBJ-o/U2hJp46LGrI/AAAAAAAADIo/hwOU1ii2-q4/s1600/image_3.jpeg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Since I flew in early Sunday afternoon, we were able to make it to Peyton's 3rd bday party at Monkey Joes. Here are a few pics of this:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gV25fLz8NM/U2hK9T-Dv5I/AAAAAAAADJU/OP2WUn53SZk/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7gV25fLz8NM/U2hK9T-Dv5I/AAAAAAAADJU/OP2WUn53SZk/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase absolutely LOVED banging on this stuff. He had such a blast watching the kids run around in there and chasing them around the place.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zD55U3dgM4Y/U2hK97sxhWI/AAAAAAAADJg/yJbLh045NSo/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zD55U3dgM4Y/U2hK97sxhWI/AAAAAAAADJg/yJbLh045NSo/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rSPhfLmxc4/U2hK-iGGTMI/AAAAAAAADJo/ej73DrWXWhI/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rSPhfLmxc4/U2hK-iGGTMI/AAAAAAAADJo/ej73DrWXWhI/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLbWVqcvEqE/U2hK-Zm73FI/AAAAAAAADJk/rgtpMVn8d1E/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLbWVqcvEqE/U2hK-Zm73FI/AAAAAAAADJk/rgtpMVn8d1E/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXbey1yVt-8/U2hK-jjGL8I/AAAAAAAADJs/pdesWK9EwJ8/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXbey1yVt-8/U2hK-jjGL8I/AAAAAAAADJs/pdesWK9EwJ8/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peyt &amp; Uncle TJ</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcJSJVrb-hI/U2hK_GDETTI/AAAAAAAADJ4/ORKEfde-o7Q/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcJSJVrb-hI/U2hK_GDETTI/AAAAAAAADJ4/ORKEfde-o7Q/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekyvz-HFNxQ/U2hK9NjYb2I/AAAAAAAADJQ/stE9OHpXEtw/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekyvz-HFNxQ/U2hK9NjYb2I/AAAAAAAADJQ/stE9OHpXEtw/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHYzA9eh8O4/U2hK9NSX9YI/AAAAAAAADJY/VX6tdDPXwEA/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHYzA9eh8O4/U2hK9NSX9YI/AAAAAAAADJY/VX6tdDPXwEA/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks again Aunt Kim Kim &amp; Uncle TJ for having us. We had SO much fun!!</td></tr></tbody></table><div>Okay friends.. what y'all have really been waiting for. Sunday evening we noticed that Mason was feeling a little warm and we figured he was coming down with something. Awesome. Which means he spread all of those great germs to the other nice children at the party. Just our luck! Little did we know what he had in store for us the next couple of days...</div><div><br /></div><div>Monday morning I was getting ready for work and started to wake Mason up when he felt abnormally warm. When I took his temp it was only 98.5 so I kept on getting ready. He was also really clingy that morning which is not like him. I mean, he never likes to be held or cuddled and that's all he wanted to do. About 30 minutes later I was changing his diaper when he started seizing. Legit like eyes rolling back in the head-uncontrollable-moving-seizure. WHAT?!?! He did this for about 10 seconds or at least that's what I think it was because I was just trying to keep it together at this point. I called the doctor's office and they asked me to take his temp again. It was now 102.5. So in 30 minutes his temp had risen 4 degrees. Mason also seemed really tired. So tired that he couldn't stay awake even though he had just woken up after 12 hours of sleeping. He also only wanted to be held and kept putting his head on my chest. For those of you that know my child, this is not like him at all. He is a mover and not a cuddler (much to my disappointment). I knew something was wrong. So the nurse made me an appointment at 10:15 am.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point Mason is just laying there. He isn't moving and it is a fight to for him to stay awake. By the time I checked us in and sat down in the waiting room he was so exhausted he went back to sleep. When the nurse called us back and we got in his room he went back to sleep for another round. When they took his temp this time it was 104.2. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! The doc came in to check him out and told me that he had a <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_febrile-seizures_1439648.bc" target="_blank">febrile seizure</a> which isn't unusual in infants with fevers. I wasn't really worried about this because Lilly had this happen once and my mother suffered from these when she was little as well. Don't get me wrong, it freaked me out BUT I know it was due to his rising temp. I was more concerned with my child that was so not-my-child it was scary. He was seriously a different person and the doctor was just not getting it. My kid is not a wimp. He has had colds and allergies. He has had dislocated arms and fallen on his head more times than I can count. We do not overreact. Things happen and we get it. But this... this was not my child and nobody was taking this seriously.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ev0S7g0ms/U2hS2_JqDMI/AAAAAAAADNg/SzT-Wb4J4K8/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ev0S7g0ms/U2hS2_JqDMI/AAAAAAAADNg/SzT-Wb4J4K8/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He literally was like this the entire day</td></tr></tbody></table><div>The doctor summed up his rising temp due to a virus and that we needed to rotate Infant Tylenol and Infant Motrin every 3 hours. At this point, I was starting to get concerned with his behavior and kept trying to tell her that it was not a virus. He has had one before and he never acted like this. How come they never believe you when you try to explain this?? However, I kept it together and trusted the doctor. I did ask her at what point should we be concerned with his temperature? Turns out that temperature doesn't really matter anymore. I never got a true answer about how high is too high but apparently 104 is not "too high." So off we go back home. Mase was so pitiful. He would play for about 10 minutes then he would just crash on you for the next several hours. He slept most of Monday and then Monday night. And guess what?? The fever never broke.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Tuesday morning he woke up with a temp of 102. But the doc told us not to call back unless he still had a fever on Thursday so I loaded him up in the car and took him to Ms. Dawn's. The poor little guy was so miserable all day. He would continue to play for a little bit then he would lay his head on your chest. At around 4:15 pm I got a phone call from Ms. Dawn saying that his temp was now at 105.2 and that she thought we needed to take him. 105???? We relayed to the nurse that Dawn had already given him a cool bath and the fever would still not come down. He had also been taking Tylenol every 3 hours of that day. Finally, the nurse told us to take him to the Pediatric Urgent Care at Blakeney.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point, I am about to lose it. The only thing keeping me sane at this point was the fact that I had to get to the urgent care before I could go bat$hit on someone. If I heard virus one more time there was going to be violence. This was not my child and it was time for someone to listen to him. The doc came in and once again told us that he wasn't concerned at how high his temp was but that his temp was <i>still&nbsp;</i> this high after giving him Tylenol every 3 hours all day. It was like the fever was laughing at us. He started looking in his ear and what did he find??? He had a left ear infection. Finally, an answer!! The doc said that even though they checked his ear a little over 24 hours ago it still could have taken this long to pop up. He said they can come up very quickly yet not be seen for a little while. So he gave us a strong dosage of meds and told us to keep alternating between Tylenol/Motrin every 3 hours.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The very next day our Doodle boy was quickly becoming himself again <strike>and refused to cuddle with me</strike>. Here is our little guy that Wednesday afternoon:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_VvX3bZTok/U2hSJa4CfAI/AAAAAAAADKw/QTcU8JtxpJs/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X_VvX3bZTok/U2hSJa4CfAI/AAAAAAAADKw/QTcU8JtxpJs/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esDC3ueRe-Y/U2hSJWME1wI/AAAAAAAADK0/bxRVUYmj69Y/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esDC3ueRe-Y/U2hSJWME1wI/AAAAAAAADK0/bxRVUYmj69Y/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDWjRjaGHoM/U2hSINjKILI/AAAAAAAADKg/Yo6MaqqJb6E/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDWjRjaGHoM/U2hSINjKILI/AAAAAAAADKg/Yo6MaqqJb6E/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmH5xWJ7X3I/U2hSIL7DupI/AAAAAAAADKo/DFuNNdJNA6k/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmH5xWJ7X3I/U2hSIL7DupI/AAAAAAAADKo/DFuNNdJNA6k/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XKGn4FE5yQ/U2hSIfssQ2I/AAAAAAAADKk/ifV9OVqwLyI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9XKGn4FE5yQ/U2hSIfssQ2I/AAAAAAAADKk/ifV9OVqwLyI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khjZrLUf8k8/U2hSI6CYVXI/AAAAAAAADKs/tA6W3abe6aw/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khjZrLUf8k8/U2hSI6CYVXI/AAAAAAAADKs/tA6W3abe6aw/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We are so glad you are feeling better, Mase! You gave us such a scare!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here are some other things that have been happening over the past couple of weeks:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4D1CwJGf04/U2hSeuSeYxI/AAAAAAAADLQ/DwhYAEVG2kk/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4D1CwJGf04/U2hSeuSeYxI/AAAAAAAADLQ/DwhYAEVG2kk/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAS27dHgna0/U2hSfGv--4I/AAAAAAAADLY/vTp3j_aurvo/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAS27dHgna0/U2hSfGv--4I/AAAAAAAADLY/vTp3j_aurvo/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="179" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZSQM1z5br4/U2hSgH3nAlI/AAAAAAAADLk/vPBLdVUrASA/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZSQM1z5br4/U2hSgH3nAlI/AAAAAAAADLk/vPBLdVUrASA/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yF2QZUTkfg/U2hShV9GUFI/AAAAAAAADLw/G0yncDWRbMc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4yF2QZUTkfg/U2hShV9GUFI/AAAAAAAADLw/G0yncDWRbMc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After being sick for 2 days, he was off-schedule with his pooping. Needless to say that when he did poop... it was everywhere!! Sorry, Ms. Dawn!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM0pGVm1t8g/U2hSfS_2OAI/AAAAAAAADLc/kNFRNXo6weA/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sM0pGVm1t8g/U2hSfS_2OAI/AAAAAAAADLc/kNFRNXo6weA/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSYlAsZRVxc/U2hSkk6NIMI/AAAAAAAADL4/X0igrscBYR8/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DSYlAsZRVxc/U2hSkk6NIMI/AAAAAAAADL4/X0igrscBYR8/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbda12A3HdQ/U2hSkhC_y0I/AAAAAAAADL8/yn9bxBtrUhU/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hbda12A3HdQ/U2hSkhC_y0I/AAAAAAAADL8/yn9bxBtrUhU/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRiWWi9NWr0/U2hSlCTUSMI/AAAAAAAADMI/yEUjGZMqZds/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRiWWi9NWr0/U2hSlCTUSMI/AAAAAAAADMI/yEUjGZMqZds/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5pMsdOhK8/U2hSlSHz3KI/AAAAAAAADMM/rjiU4Ki4p1I/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0K5pMsdOhK8/U2hSlSHz3KI/AAAAAAAADMM/rjiU4Ki4p1I/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy0PfI1vudg/U2hSl-onogI/AAAAAAAADMU/v7pGbJ7lavM/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zy0PfI1vudg/U2hSl-onogI/AAAAAAAADMU/v7pGbJ7lavM/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypxO0VOlI_s/U2hSmFM7T8I/AAAAAAAADMY/t0Cx_OyKhdk/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypxO0VOlI_s/U2hSmFM7T8I/AAAAAAAADMY/t0Cx_OyKhdk/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His new favorite thing is throwing his pacifier. Then he decides that he wants it (sigh).</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jA_i0QoBS8/U2hSmt7JyMI/AAAAAAAADMg/mGGDaJlcMNI/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jA_i0QoBS8/U2hSmt7JyMI/AAAAAAAADMg/mGGDaJlcMNI/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjfbLA94jDI/U2hSnZJhRhI/AAAAAAAADMs/S1RoTGXsWjY/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjfbLA94jDI/U2hSnZJhRhI/AAAAAAAADMs/S1RoTGXsWjY/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQKfOMRaQIs/U2hSnqocrfI/AAAAAAAADM0/NqUjwXmX_Jg/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/rIjUNu2VkrM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/h0GDIN8MdtE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/9H6ce4YJFwE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/IkoG0hGm81w?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This video is my favorite. Come on, who doesn't think kids falling is hilarious?!?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alright friends, rehashing this traumatic event has made me hungry and tired. I will be back later on this week with a 10 month update. YAYYY!! Happy Monday night/Cinco de Mayo!!!&nbsp;</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-36406020765020551662014-04-14T21:23:00.000-07:002014-04-15T09:32:45.927-07:009 Month Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well it's been another 3 weeks. We've been so busy that I've had trouble remembering what day it is lately. I'm going to try to keep this one as short as possible but we have 3 weeks of stuff to catch up on. (sigh) Let's get started with the 9 month check up!&nbsp;</div><div>Height: (I can't remember, I'll have to add this back in later)</div><div>Weight: 21 lbs 6 ounces</div><div><br /></div><div>He said that he is normal on his weight and the tallest in his class for height. Go Mase!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's some pics of the happy boy:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QTBHDc5vss/U01DnKLVnwI/AAAAAAAAC2M/3K7trDSsHUE/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6QTBHDc5vss/U01DnKLVnwI/AAAAAAAAC2M/3K7trDSsHUE/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVZT3xJ5jWU/U01DnAekLHI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/NxWJaTR0Y9w/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVZT3xJ5jWU/U01DnAekLHI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/NxWJaTR0Y9w/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/1pXlv4qVNXk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He figured out he could rock back and forth. Now he always goes straight to this chair or his rocker to rock</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Feeding: Home boy eats so much food! He is still doing his bottle in the morning and evening but he doesn't take a bottle during the day. He usually eats small pieces of people food. Doctor S told us to make sure that we are giving him all kinds of foods right now because soon he'll become picky and the more different types of food we give him the more he will be willing to try in the future. He also told us to make sure that we are eating the same foods in front of him. Research has shown that if parents don't eat the same foods that they are giving their children then it is less likely the child will eat the food the parents want them to. He said that children are constantly mimicking their parents in everything they do. Right now it's their way of learning, by watching other people. So it's important that we show Mase how and what to eat. Which means that we need to start eating healthier (sigh).&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Firsts/Developments: He is constantly bear crawling right now with his butt up in the air; he has started to walk around while holding onto things; pulling up on couches; throwing and dropping food; high fives; pooping in the bathtub; clapping; crawling on everything now; eating bugs and grass; etc. drinking out of a sippy cup;&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Likes: bath time; eating; putting on lotion; singing songs; talking; screeching; sleeping; crawling all over you; walking with your hands; opening cabinets; playing in the bathroom; opening cabinets; &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Dislikes: being told "no"; hungry; waking him up during sleep (he gets that from his father)</div><div><br /></div><div>What I'm Thankful For: My hubs, family and friends. We have an awesome support system. I love it that my friends genuinely want to see Mase and spend time with him. I love that my husband is so supportive and has stepped up while I've been out of town all these weekends. I am so grateful that our families have been so willing to watch Mase if we go out to dinner or on a date. Ms. Dawn is the best - to have someone that loves Mase as much as we do is a blessing in itself! We could not have stayed sane this long without the breaks and support we've gotten from everyone. And lastly, I am grateful for my baby boy. Your smile makes the whole world brighter. You are the best thing that has happened to us and we cannot imagine a life without you! Your Daddy and I love you more than words can express. &nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>What I'm Looking Forward To: The Easter Egg Mania this weekend with Mase and all of his cousins!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's some quick recaps of what's been going on in our lives these past couple of weeks:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The Wednesday of April 2, we went out to one of my favorite restaurants, <a href="http://nakato.com/" target="_blank">Nakato</a>, for my bday dinner. When I was younger, this was the coolest restaurant to go to because they cooked in front of me. Still to this day, I love going there and I was so excited to see what Mase would think. Sometimes I think I convince myself that Mase is going to have this great experience and I forget that he's 9 months old and would much rather eat the chopsticks or the chef's hat than care what's going on. However, I think he had a great time!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvnUHZR7Zqg/U01KUVYI20I/AAAAAAAAC4U/OoVllybMzvE/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvnUHZR7Zqg/U01KUVYI20I/AAAAAAAAC4U/OoVllybMzvE/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-2JIAsnPv0/U01KUZlzPEI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/JHadgUPSQWE/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-2JIAsnPv0/U01KUZlzPEI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/JHadgUPSQWE/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqllOmpo4PY/U01KUka3w_I/AAAAAAAAC4c/Zh0ssv5_0Yk/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqllOmpo4PY/U01KUka3w_I/AAAAAAAAC4c/Zh0ssv5_0Yk/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgTiUYzT3gk/U01KVLJTWGI/AAAAAAAAC4k/JakZjkoTarc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BgTiUYzT3gk/U01KVLJTWGI/AAAAAAAAC4k/JakZjkoTarc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzJo5WznESE/U01KVTYCSKI/AAAAAAAAC4s/JAgHY_1Rs3c/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzJo5WznESE/U01KVTYCSKI/AAAAAAAAC4s/JAgHY_1Rs3c/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrYAU39zQ7A/U01KVvx49FI/AAAAAAAAC40/nQsV7mGLOHk/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrYAU39zQ7A/U01KVvx49FI/AAAAAAAAC40/nQsV7mGLOHk/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Our friend Jen came up to visit from Florida a couple of Thursdays ago. So we got the whole gang together. It's amazing how a few years ago we did not picture our lives looking like this:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzfgDIHRJH4/U01Hk4RSz0I/AAAAAAAAC2g/kYOiGGgZBfE/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GzfgDIHRJH4/U01Hk4RSz0I/AAAAAAAAC2g/kYOiGGgZBfE/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="224" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We went out to lunch and there were so many babies there. I loved it!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbl-kD5OIgU/U01JC2NkHQI/AAAAAAAAC34/NO11s13uG2A/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbl-kD5OIgU/U01JC2NkHQI/AAAAAAAAC34/NO11s13uG2A/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Zach and Aunts Jen, Becky, Jenny &amp; Kristina &amp; Future-Wife Marlee in her chair in the back</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxuc804sGvU/U01JC0felDI/AAAAAAAAC30/Gq24dNjW8SA/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxuc804sGvU/U01JC0felDI/AAAAAAAAC30/Gq24dNjW8SA/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anderson was the sweetest and was trying to hold Mase's hand but <strike>Mason hates me and wouldn't cooperate</strike>&nbsp; I couldn't get my phone out quick enough to get a pic of it</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2NgUtHabfCw/U01JDr9CDUI/AAAAAAAAC4E/fugkiDntoII/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2NgUtHabfCw/U01JDr9CDUI/AAAAAAAAC4E/fugkiDntoII/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anderson was so sweet in sharing her Puffs with Mase</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQpgANsY79w/U01JC_GwHMI/AAAAAAAAC3w/s1aSz1fDbRU/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQpgANsY79w/U01JC_GwHMI/AAAAAAAAC3w/s1aSz1fDbRU/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This pic cracks me up. Anderson was petting Marlee lol&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Fl5HfVAjPs/U01Ht0uLAXI/AAAAAAAAC2o/C__jqLJYv-o/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Fl5HfVAjPs/U01Ht0uLAXI/AAAAAAAAC2o/C__jqLJYv-o/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase and Anderson</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWXfcrrGDKA/U01HuKE5UyI/AAAAAAAAC3A/W8RONCHqaQE/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWXfcrrGDKA/U01HuKE5UyI/AAAAAAAAC3A/W8RONCHqaQE/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone was so sleepy because they missed their nap. He was such a ham throughout lunch!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3l7HBlmDd4/U01Ht73NGyI/AAAAAAAAC2s/TzSV15WbNR0/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J3l7HBlmDd4/U01Ht73NGyI/AAAAAAAAC2s/TzSV15WbNR0/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSyAxBodvrw/U01HuXb57CI/AAAAAAAAC20/1Idm5CH_DTI/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSyAxBodvrw/U01HuXb57CI/AAAAAAAAC20/1Idm5CH_DTI/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X52F5aiY3A/U01HxiW4GGI/AAAAAAAAC3U/zuhrQ17PP9A/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X52F5aiY3A/U01HxiW4GGI/AAAAAAAAC3U/zuhrQ17PP9A/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase &amp; Jen</td></tr></tbody></table><div>That night we decided to meet them downtown for a little adult dinner and hanging out. Here are some pics of our group:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LjbCSpmPr8/U01HvN3lwTI/AAAAAAAAC3M/leHAHtEzlwY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LjbCSpmPr8/U01HvN3lwTI/AAAAAAAAC3M/leHAHtEzlwY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6Nj0XyICR8/U01HxeKZ06I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/0iqS_kM5TfE/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6Nj0XyICR8/U01HxeKZ06I/AAAAAAAAC3Y/0iqS_kM5TfE/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9c81WK_Ss-Q/U01TNkt9EiI/AAAAAAAAC8o/xCr1SF1xVkg/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9c81WK_Ss-Q/U01TNkt9EiI/AAAAAAAAC8o/xCr1SF1xVkg/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josh and his past roomies from college!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That next morning &nbsp;was my birthday morning and I started it off right with flying with my bestie down to Florida to meet the other girls for Ki Ki's bachelorette party!&nbsp;<span style="text-align: center;">Here are a couple of pics of that:&nbsp;</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBCK0pv4r_8/U01Ig4UUY4I/AAAAAAAAC3g/OzwGHxGOfJI/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dBCK0pv4r_8/U01Ig4UUY4I/AAAAAAAAC3g/OzwGHxGOfJI/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="276" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdAZN-lJoKU/U01IhXfGEVI/AAAAAAAAC3k/x4KCpO2VgA8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdAZN-lJoKU/U01IhXfGEVI/AAAAAAAAC3k/x4KCpO2VgA8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good-look bridal party, right?! These ladies are SO much fun! I had a blast with them and can't wait until the wedding next month!</td></tr></tbody></table><div>I got back early afternoon on Sunday and had a great day taking a nap with my little guy while relaxing/recovering with my boys. I was looking forward to that next weekend because I would at least be at home even though I would be slammed. Here's how our week went:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4KhhbK2nPc/U01OfXyCe-I/AAAAAAAAC5E/adqJiik627M/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4KhhbK2nPc/U01OfXyCe-I/AAAAAAAAC5E/adqJiik627M/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmtsHL9sQTo/U01OpLdNy1I/AAAAAAAAC5w/3PLlC9N9XC0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CmtsHL9sQTo/U01OpLdNy1I/AAAAAAAAC5w/3PLlC9N9XC0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lP_Tkp6Mco/U01OpraXEJI/AAAAAAAAC58/8qHS_pLmato/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3lP_Tkp6Mco/U01OpraXEJI/AAAAAAAAC58/8qHS_pLmato/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I keep missing these guys more and more and was so excited that I would at least get to see them some this week</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9nQUsFhAEg/U01OqEBX0NI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/kg3wyxz8TeM/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9nQUsFhAEg/U01OqEBX0NI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/kg3wyxz8TeM/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xckwp2xWHPg/U01OqXGyC0I/AAAAAAAAC6M/WJh3wgwW11k/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xckwp2xWHPg/U01OqXGyC0I/AAAAAAAAC6M/WJh3wgwW11k/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeuYpdAA-88/U01OnfsIJ_I/AAAAAAAAC5U/Vb5_P4VU514/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LeuYpdAA-88/U01OnfsIJ_I/AAAAAAAAC5U/Vb5_P4VU514/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgCvW268Mo/U01OnlRe4kI/AAAAAAAAC5M/NRKr5gMKjZA/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdgCvW268Mo/U01OnlRe4kI/AAAAAAAAC5M/NRKr5gMKjZA/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In honor of the Masters we had to get some pics in his awesome Masters shirt - thanks Uncle Danny!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-avcN7VwOU/U01OnrYut-I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/v2VjziWgoHI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u-avcN7VwOU/U01OnrYut-I/AAAAAAAAC5Q/v2VjziWgoHI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOq_WyfHL-4/U01OoHpIs0I/AAAAAAAAC5k/_D7YCSw-Dnw/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kOq_WyfHL-4/U01OoHpIs0I/AAAAAAAAC5k/_D7YCSw-Dnw/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2KaA1tvdlQ/U01OonWfhnI/AAAAAAAAC50/1_jyOUZ_MVc/s1600/image_14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2KaA1tvdlQ/U01OonWfhnI/AAAAAAAAC50/1_jyOUZ_MVc/s1600/image_14.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA4DKBxtfW0/U01Oo_rS2mI/AAAAAAAAC5o/zJt7rGSBivA/s1600/image_16.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA4DKBxtfW0/U01Oo_rS2mI/AAAAAAAAC5o/zJt7rGSBivA/s1600/image_16.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks to my awesome older Sissy for getting me this fabulous Moon &amp; Lola necklace! Better step up your game younger Sissy!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFhC0RvKdx4/U01Ous42ZCI/AAAAAAAAC6c/CrvSdo9lJ-U/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IFhC0RvKdx4/U01Ous42ZCI/AAAAAAAAC6c/CrvSdo9lJ-U/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiCPz2gY_eY/U01Oul_RSkI/AAAAAAAAC6g/dMTMiFLsgvw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fiCPz2gY_eY/U01Oul_RSkI/AAAAAAAAC6g/dMTMiFLsgvw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5xug6foYWY/U01OvPOeqsI/AAAAAAAAC6o/jxPrIs0JpnA/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5xug6foYWY/U01OvPOeqsI/AAAAAAAAC6o/jxPrIs0JpnA/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His other Masters outfit. Someone was being a little bit of a D-I-V-A while picture taking that morning. Get it together and give me a good pic, Mase!<br /><br /><span id="goog_66399517"></span><span id="goog_66399518"></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div>That Friday night was the opening night of the new Knights stadium with their first home game. I will say, this stadium is AWESOME!! I am so glad they moved it downtown! It was a hit with everyone else too since the tickets were sold out all weekend! Everything there was very up to date using ipad/tablets to take food orders and the black screen in center field. It was so cool! The Knights had a great game with extra innings. They lost, but it was still a blast. Thank you Paw Paw for letting us use your tickets! We had a blast and can't wait to go to lots of other games!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C99kckoQtU0/U01QXAvd3vI/AAAAAAAAC64/XGvfMLHDe5U/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C99kckoQtU0/U01QXAvd3vI/AAAAAAAAC64/XGvfMLHDe5U/s1600/image.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7NaOJaOFfE/U01QXUCYfBI/AAAAAAAAC7E/hWLIswL4xM4/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7NaOJaOFfE/U01QXUCYfBI/AAAAAAAAC7E/hWLIswL4xM4/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JId5LoCqCY/U01QXdO_txI/AAAAAAAAC68/QuSnZWQoXqY/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3JId5LoCqCY/U01QXdO_txI/AAAAAAAAC68/QuSnZWQoXqY/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This past Saturday morning I got up early to go to the Senior Games - let me tell you. The struggle was real that morning! After that we spent the rest of the weekend doing yard work. When I saw "we", I mean Josh was doing yard work while Mase and I were <strike>laying out in the sun</strike>&nbsp;supervising.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Let me tell you, my kid is so funny. He is not sure about the grass. When you sit him down in the grass, it's like he's afraid if he moves that it will bit him. He will put his hands in it and try to eat it but he will not move. He literally would just sit in the grass and not move or try to crawl around. For hours. If I had known this earlier, I would have put his butt in the grass a long time ago! I've been running after him for weeks now! Here are a few of his pics:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr7KRI_BcZM/U01SCQmZUzI/AAAAAAAAC8A/QyFb5lLyvsg/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr7KRI_BcZM/U01SCQmZUzI/AAAAAAAAC8A/QyFb5lLyvsg/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqH4yLW1qB4/U01SAUGUDzI/AAAAAAAAC7o/8r-1FAtdiJs/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SqH4yLW1qB4/U01SAUGUDzI/AAAAAAAAC7o/8r-1FAtdiJs/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWGZSEF7qQY/U01SAnyBdPI/AAAAAAAAC7w/DfFzH56sr1I/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWGZSEF7qQY/U01SAnyBdPI/AAAAAAAAC7w/DfFzH56sr1I/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-YQeuw9p_0/U01SA0Y8vzI/AAAAAAAAC7s/hH_Ckhw7f6g/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D-YQeuw9p_0/U01SA0Y8vzI/AAAAAAAAC7s/hH_Ckhw7f6g/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The hat lasted all of about 3 minutes lol</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INoKEUcd8jo/U01SD9384sI/AAAAAAAAC8I/vbaIFuWJReU/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-INoKEUcd8jo/U01SD9384sI/AAAAAAAAC8I/vbaIFuWJReU/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87gS2_GZV2w/U01SF_UCHvI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/SNa5t1X0IIg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-87gS2_GZV2w/U01SF_UCHvI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/SNa5t1X0IIg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can I please tell you how much this pic makes me laugh. Baby Sasquatch sun bathing!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWCaIchT-lA/U01R9-IpXLI/AAAAAAAAC7g/9OTZx3vkpZA/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWCaIchT-lA/U01R9-IpXLI/AAAAAAAAC7g/9OTZx3vkpZA/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkS60bB_okA/U01R7Hng4rI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/NEH1Y8-wuA4/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkS60bB_okA/U01R7Hng4rI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/NEH1Y8-wuA4/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3CWYrdolls/U01R8CnnAnI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/-M2JLd6KXs0/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3CWYrdolls/U01R8CnnAnI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/-M2JLd6KXs0/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'm singing to the flower floating in the breeze"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uC6vaHSqiE4/U01SPg8ssUI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/3BYbQ9neVA4/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uC6vaHSqiE4/U01SPg8ssUI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/3BYbQ9neVA4/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isd9EmjUkL4/U01SPtknujI/AAAAAAAAC8c/6BkCz31vK1Q/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isd9EmjUkL4/U01SPtknujI/AAAAAAAAC8c/6BkCz31vK1Q/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>See what I mean? These were taken over a 30 minute period and he didn't move once!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are <strike>tons of videos and pics&nbsp;</strike>some fun times with Ms. Dawn and us over the past couple of weeks:&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4N_7XKh59Jg/U01TfTi5XEI/AAAAAAAAC8w/XgNHxKJ5M1M/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4N_7XKh59Jg/U01TfTi5XEI/AAAAAAAAC8w/XgNHxKJ5M1M/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We just loveee to play in the bathroom&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y8eNwbnGuZg/U01Tf8NC0dI/AAAAAAAAC80/7X7ICbcCn2g/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y8eNwbnGuZg/U01Tf8NC0dI/AAAAAAAAC80/7X7ICbcCn2g/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXREUyHSHk4/U01TjcC-kQI/AAAAAAAAC9c/rGBqG__Fi9U/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXREUyHSHk4/U01TjcC-kQI/AAAAAAAAC9c/rGBqG__Fi9U/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsYlIQmB_Jc/U01TjbTeRXI/AAAAAAAAC9k/U-IIlhuxbG0/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsYlIQmB_Jc/U01TjbTeRXI/AAAAAAAAC9k/U-IIlhuxbG0/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whenever I walk in and say "Masonnn" he gives me the cutest smile. Good thing he's cute!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0P2qMsqIpaA/U01TjwqQlhI/AAAAAAAAC9s/ELKD3NsKSEg/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0P2qMsqIpaA/U01TjwqQlhI/AAAAAAAAC9s/ELKD3NsKSEg/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UdCZ9aFY-I/U01TkQ3jHfI/AAAAAAAAC98/Db1zjolHmA0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_UdCZ9aFY-I/U01TkQ3jHfI/AAAAAAAAC98/Db1zjolHmA0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqjCOu4kG-Q/U01Tk-NgHjI/AAAAAAAAC94/2sFA0gJJZTA/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sqjCOu4kG-Q/U01Tk-NgHjI/AAAAAAAAC94/2sFA0gJJZTA/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We stopped by to see Mrs. Jane for a little while! She was so nice to read us some books and let Mason drool all over her office ;-)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfIblFXZPQI/U01Tlc1swSI/AAAAAAAAC-E/QQ8M8CpHZYc/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfIblFXZPQI/U01Tlc1swSI/AAAAAAAAC-E/QQ8M8CpHZYc/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="302" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We tried practicing our yoga but someone was much more interested in putting the yoga over their head<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Cjf5Ndw7T3E?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/1aLJKVuuNTs?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2zwh_pVY8Q/U01ToKQJDFI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/uHdLd8wxRRk/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V2zwh_pVY8Q/U01ToKQJDFI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/uHdLd8wxRRk/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/iSoh8PT3phQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/W8g8QKIIOcI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look at the big boy walking!!&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgLxBL5D6cM/U01TnZcJ1EI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/3JOv15eCsxI/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JgLxBL5D6cM/U01TnZcJ1EI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/3JOv15eCsxI/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVN6FDxuhvI/U01Tf9_X9zI/AAAAAAAAC88/oQOVM54DHcY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WVN6FDxuhvI/U01Tf9_X9zI/AAAAAAAAC88/oQOVM54DHcY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank you Nae Nae for my ball! I love eating it!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/mUlM1sgYOuc?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR5rPV5Hyis/U01Th9eXYqI/AAAAAAAAC9I/uc-fr3DVPCE/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR5rPV5Hyis/U01Th9eXYqI/AAAAAAAAC9I/uc-fr3DVPCE/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qy9__KL80ik/U01Tii5fbVI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/SO92fPlvp50/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qy9__KL80ik/U01Tii5fbVI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/SO92fPlvp50/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone had a blowout so we had to go pantless for the rest of the day lol&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaOwkE-YFMo/U01TiWCn_8I/AAAAAAAAC9M/_JeNpwSfIFE/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PaOwkE-YFMo/U01TiWCn_8I/AAAAAAAAC9M/_JeNpwSfIFE/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunty Carla putting me in all sorts of places!</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WngWQHm0Q14/U01T862B7VI/AAAAAAAAC_E/7o3z3LAhKyw/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WngWQHm0Q14/U01T862B7VI/AAAAAAAAC_E/7o3z3LAhKyw/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9y4yIyyulfg/U01T-OsqOfI/AAAAAAAAC_M/t1vlpEPd5Ro/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9y4yIyyulfg/U01T-OsqOfI/AAAAAAAAC_M/t1vlpEPd5Ro/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="179" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He had lots of fun <strike>annoying</strike>&nbsp;playing with Parker!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwEOYZDuA_c/U01UQ-PhFPI/AAAAAAAADAE/GQ3E2ACoNN4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwEOYZDuA_c/U01UQ-PhFPI/AAAAAAAADAE/GQ3E2ACoNN4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Laundry, anyone?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ruIJDQ67w8/U01UT3MzmEI/AAAAAAAADAU/YDLkPEiCruQ/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ruIJDQ67w8/U01UT3MzmEI/AAAAAAAADAU/YDLkPEiCruQ/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kid LOVES being outside!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9wxNQQR9ew/U01UTJr7aFI/AAAAAAAADAM/K4H8HoBhRnw/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F9wxNQQR9ew/U01UTJr7aFI/AAAAAAAADAM/K4H8HoBhRnw/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like at our house, he loves going into the bathroom. The other day, Dawn said he was just banging around on the tub. .Like below:&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/sewPqkDwL8g?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpiGlY9LQ5Q/U01UDw8-yPI/AAAAAAAAC_k/5gY7CSEAZmo/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpiGlY9LQ5Q/U01UDw8-yPI/AAAAAAAAC_k/5gY7CSEAZmo/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aS68JgwHeEc/U01UEA1fUsI/AAAAAAAAC_g/rZnSOqEAscY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aS68JgwHeEc/U01UEA1fUsI/AAAAAAAAC_g/rZnSOqEAscY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdH-GaNvV4U/U01UDlTO5bI/AAAAAAAAC_c/MdxllIqEdG0/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QdH-GaNvV4U/U01UDlTO5bI/AAAAAAAAC_c/MdxllIqEdG0/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/AmxtbqpIScY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/3k7s8ZQmq80?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl0-vNHY4FA/U01UX5GK3cI/AAAAAAAADAc/e1WE9NNcP0A/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl0-vNHY4FA/U01UX5GK3cI/AAAAAAAADAc/e1WE9NNcP0A/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/xjVQmWNsQao?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/hn7On0NumcY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is exactly what he does in the grass lol</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/-u-ZczPrRqA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Home boy is a ham!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/DHvVdhmgPQ0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/SzE32wF8q6c?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br />Okay, I am off here because I am so tired! I hope everyone has a great Easter week/weekend and I will be back on here next week (hopefully)!!&nbsp;</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-29119982681510650182014-03-27T21:01:00.000-07:002014-03-27T21:01:08.043-07:00A Western WeekendYayyy!! I've blogged twice in a little over a week! WOOT WOOT!! I thought I would take the time while washing clothes and packing to do another blog post before jetting off to Raleigh this weekend for a yoga training (sigh). I swear, all these weekends out of town are really messing me up. I'm not sure why I even bother to unpack anymore. Okay, fine. I don't unpack. I just live out of my suitcase for the entire week which makes my room a complete mess - especially when my bear-child decides he wants to play in the suitcase and start crawling with whatever he's holding onto. This leaves our room a disaster with clothes, straighteners, toiletries, etc., scattered all around the room. Good thing my hubby loves me so much!! Sorry Joshy!<br /><br />As I previously mentioned in the last post, I went to Western last Friday to visit my sister for her Alpha Chi Omega sorority Mother/Daughter function. I was SO excited to live up the college life again. No joke, I had already given myself a pep talk about staying up late and had put on my big girl party panties/outfit in preparation to go out with her to parties or a bar. Her response? "Oh, I haven't really asked around what's going on because I know you're old and like to go to bed early." WHAT?!?! I'll have you know that I was one of the last men standing at the bachelorette party I just went to!!! It took me the remaining ride to reassure her that I would indeed be able to hang with the cool kids. While she set out looking for things to do, I was finally pulling up at WCU. We briefly visited while painting our faces and dressing for the shin dig. Here's a few pics of us at the Mother/Daughter jewelry party:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDfxb-luvE8/UzTriyAGpEI/AAAAAAAACxQ/dJ3scoOwYds/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDfxb-luvE8/UzTriyAGpEI/AAAAAAAACxQ/dJ3scoOwYds/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WxTRIZNNdY/UzTri7Ot8nI/AAAAAAAACxU/6_4nk0FgH1U/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WxTRIZNNdY/UzTri7Ot8nI/AAAAAAAACxU/6_4nk0FgH1U/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>While the function was tons of fun, we were very eager to eat so we went over to the local mexican restaurant for dinner. We had every intention to find parties after dinner but ended up going to see the <strike>greatest&nbsp;</strike>new Divergent movie <strike>that has my future husband Theo in it (sorry Joshy!!)</strike>&nbsp;with several of Syd's suite mates. The movie was SO good! For those who haven't seen it, go see it now!! Following the movie we were totally party animals and went back to the dorm for a little extra movie and relaxing girls night. In my defense, I warned Syd that if we went back, I would most likely be down for the count. Syd and I got to snuggle in a twin size bed in her dorm room that night and while it was a tight fit... I loved the cuddle time!!<br /><br />Early Saturday morning we got up to do the brunch with the sorority........ Then we decided to skip it, ha! Instead, we went to Asheville to this really cool Mellow Mushroom for lunch. Look at how cool the outside of it is!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAEIESwFcd8/UzTtAsk9UzI/AAAAAAAACxg/YuD9aBdQ_8k/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TAEIESwFcd8/UzTtAsk9UzI/AAAAAAAACxg/YuD9aBdQ_8k/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />We had a blast at lunch and I was so excited that I was able to come up to hang out with Syd. We had so much fun!! Thanks for the invite, Sissy!!<br /><br />While I was at Western, Joshy and Mase went with Paw Paw to the Knights Season Tickets Opening festival thing they were having at the new Knights stadium. Why do they always do fun stuff when I'm not there?!?! Here are some of the wayyy cute pics that I received:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--chrYcwaFiQ/UzTtrTDSjoI/AAAAAAAACxo/cXN3VzxG10Y/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--chrYcwaFiQ/UzTtrTDSjoI/AAAAAAAACxo/cXN3VzxG10Y/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riding the train with Daddy and Paw Paw</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Im-53l8oeBg/UzTtrvbqhjI/AAAAAAAACxs/KAN6MdGm2VA/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Im-53l8oeBg/UzTtrvbqhjI/AAAAAAAACxs/KAN6MdGm2VA/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPDErEQE7cY/UzTttZyjPDI/AAAAAAAACyU/7Mwt0u-s4ZU/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPDErEQE7cY/UzTttZyjPDI/AAAAAAAACyU/7Mwt0u-s4ZU/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kycyWq1HU1s/UzTtuFZ5JfI/AAAAAAAACyg/oUQC-HYG2lA/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kycyWq1HU1s/UzTtuFZ5JfI/AAAAAAAACyg/oUQC-HYG2lA/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aren't they just the cutest?!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue8Hv1AL7L0/UzTtt8VO0eI/AAAAAAAACyk/A_kB-69THYs/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ue8Hv1AL7L0/UzTtt8VO0eI/AAAAAAAACyk/A_kB-69THYs/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGU02MgqHoU/UzTtuRwQM7I/AAAAAAAACyo/KGnt94Aqkdc/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGU02MgqHoU/UzTtuRwQM7I/AAAAAAAACyo/KGnt94Aqkdc/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwiPUpy51f8/UzTtu2Y57PI/AAAAAAAACzA/WYWSt3qE_0E/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwiPUpy51f8/UzTtu2Y57PI/AAAAAAAACzA/WYWSt3qE_0E/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezkB4Q4pGTw/UzTtu8q1x7I/AAAAAAAACy4/S2gAWgjF0dY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezkB4Q4pGTw/UzTtu8q1x7I/AAAAAAAACy4/S2gAWgjF0dY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JC5wFcG_Am4/UzTtvJG_7pI/AAAAAAAACy8/YzvLZa40rso/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JC5wFcG_Am4/UzTtvJG_7pI/AAAAAAAACy8/YzvLZa40rso/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a little Stinker. Really, I know I'm biased but he's just the cutest kid ever! SQUEEZEEE those little cheeks!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8U5LLBdZs4/UzTtv4SKIYI/AAAAAAAACzQ/emhL1Hbh2T8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8U5LLBdZs4/UzTtv4SKIYI/AAAAAAAACzQ/emhL1Hbh2T8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He gone.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSdeogV-PtI/UzTtrg_wIhI/AAAAAAAACx0/9ne4buP-eVY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TSdeogV-PtI/UzTtrg_wIhI/AAAAAAAACx0/9ne4buP-eVY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQWRP9UGgUY/UzTtseloDtI/AAAAAAAACyM/Sw7IYYvVULU/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iQWRP9UGgUY/UzTtseloDtI/AAAAAAAACyM/Sw7IYYvVULU/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can't tell in these pics but Joshy and Paw Paw said that he thought Homer was the funniest thing ever. Mase was laughing SO hard and loud that people around them were laughing because he was giggling so hard! Again, cutest kid ever.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1o31SsfsHc/UzTtseWhlFI/AAAAAAAACx8/OcAYTevdxZI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1o31SsfsHc/UzTtseWhlFI/AAAAAAAACx8/OcAYTevdxZI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxVdMb3AvwU/UzTts9Jlo2I/AAAAAAAACyE/mfJzKAdVGuk/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxVdMb3AvwU/UzTts9Jlo2I/AAAAAAAACyE/mfJzKAdVGuk/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfnY52mCTQY/UzTtwWEp6lI/AAAAAAAACzU/QupjbXLBf-c/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tfnY52mCTQY/UzTtwWEp6lI/AAAAAAAACzU/QupjbXLBf-c/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br />When I got home, we went over to Mi Mi and Paw Paw's for dinner because Aunt Joe had come into town to visit with Mommy during her 5th chemo (only 1 more to go Mi Mi!). Here are some great pics of our trip:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UK1PJ_K0ug4/UzTux-Q_JcI/AAAAAAAACzs/0mNs4h0BHgw/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UK1PJ_K0ug4/UzTux-Q_JcI/AAAAAAAACzs/0mNs4h0BHgw/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure if it was the weather or what but this kid was extra happy and giggly all day.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOdQKEHtrJs/UzTuybAxMYI/AAAAAAAAC0A/BCWuDLuqcko/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nOdQKEHtrJs/UzTuybAxMYI/AAAAAAAAC0A/BCWuDLuqcko/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyAszVhBHbQ/UzTuyvXDWyI/AAAAAAAACz8/34bPssIjLYA/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OyAszVhBHbQ/UzTuyvXDWyI/AAAAAAAACz8/34bPssIjLYA/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking at the flowers with Aunt Joe</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9syKdpy6bE/UzTuz-PlDKI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/EfCDGGhAbbc/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x9syKdpy6bE/UzTuz-PlDKI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/EfCDGGhAbbc/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ONE of the sisters wins the favorite Great Aunt award!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxwajEsWMes/UzTuzt6DkSI/AAAAAAAAC0M/c2XZnaz6Zp4/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kxwajEsWMes/UzTuzt6DkSI/AAAAAAAAC0M/c2XZnaz6Zp4/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnpeCw1rAmY/UzTuxp88oTI/AAAAAAAACzk/4RA-xr22Yq8/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnpeCw1rAmY/UzTuxp88oTI/AAAAAAAACzk/4RA-xr22Yq8/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I see that baby-hogging runs in the family!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlBd4VhPQ4/UzTux2pj3DI/AAAAAAAACzo/0gfgGsR2FLk/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KlBd4VhPQ4/UzTux2pj3DI/AAAAAAAACzo/0gfgGsR2FLk/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />Flash forward to Sunday where we went to visit Uncle Zach and Aunt Kristina. Well, Mason really went to visit his future wife, Marlee Marie (we are pro-arranged marriages around here). Marlee is just a few months behind Mason but Kristina made a good point about how funny it is that seeing Mason is like seeing what's to come in the near future with Marlee. It's crazy seeing how much they develop in just a few months. Stop growing so fast, babies!! Here's a few pics of our adventure:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pleI7zk54A/UzTwCpZXUZI/AAAAAAAAC0c/Ykca5yOTdfo/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pleI7zk54A/UzTwCpZXUZI/AAAAAAAAC0c/Ykca5yOTdfo/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They were enamored with Zoe</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nP3RVPD3Bs0/UzTwCp-_cbI/AAAAAAAAC0g/PHjadNrQkF8/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nP3RVPD3Bs0/UzTwCp-_cbI/AAAAAAAAC0g/PHjadNrQkF8/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uilVPdr_cc/UzTwClKJchI/AAAAAAAAC0k/aTTQRTgIaQA/s1600/image_14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uilVPdr_cc/UzTwClKJchI/AAAAAAAAC0k/aTTQRTgIaQA/s1600/image_14.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This pic cracks me up. I think this may have been after Mase smacked Marlee?? We're working on being gently... Sorry Marlee, Mase really does love you!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>It's hard to tell with the bad iphone video, but Marlee was laughing hard at Mase laughing:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/IYz3ckCDJhE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br />All in all we have had a great week thus far! We did have a first-timer tonight of Mason pooping in the tub. I put him in there to play and was looking in the mirror <strike>trying to figure out how I can afford Botox to get rid of these wrinkles</strike>&nbsp;when Joshy walks in and says, "babe, are you not watching him?" Well, no sir. The kid loves the bath and I am well aware that he is not drowning! I'm standing 2 feet away from the tub! I turn to look and I see why Josh is frustrated. Yep, $hits McGee strikes again. There's poop all in the tub. (SIGH) So here's to 10 minutes of cleaning the tub and rinsing off all the toys to put in a bag to throw in the dishwasher. Good thing this kid is extra cute or else I could be really aggravated with him!<br /><br />In other news, we are now in the dropping/throwing phase. Mase has started dropping food or throwing it. Usually he did it when he was done eating but now he's eating a bite then dropping or throwing a bite. See below:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/RSq4QzRou_Y/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/RSq4QzRou_Y?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/RSq4QzRou_Y?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br />And then we get this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1ofqcfYmow/UzTxoTiu8JI/AAAAAAAAC04/giskC-Z5kAU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1ofqcfYmow/UzTxoTiu8JI/AAAAAAAAC04/giskC-Z5kAU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClleOrpUdhs/UzTxp8csfBI/AAAAAAAAC1A/GDVCmrzsxZw/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ClleOrpUdhs/UzTxp8csfBI/AAAAAAAAC1A/GDVCmrzsxZw/s1600/photo+(1).JPG" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's especially embarrassing when this is under his highchair in restaurants. Sorry bout it!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>Like I said earlier, good thing he's cute! Here are some other randoms of the past week:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-YekD6gYo4/UzTx9D9DAcI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/eMAJUvt7CUE/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-YekD6gYo4/UzTx9D9DAcI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/eMAJUvt7CUE/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_is5Xg7D9pA/UzTx8dYH4-I/AAAAAAAAC1M/YDZ6-LxD7m0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_is5Xg7D9pA/UzTx8dYH4-I/AAAAAAAAC1M/YDZ6-LxD7m0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igk08ny7bss/UzTx7xvyTYI/AAAAAAAAC1I/RPmmWUaXvic/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igk08ny7bss/UzTx7xvyTYI/AAAAAAAAC1I/RPmmWUaXvic/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr4Artq4s58/UzTyAWm8WRI/AAAAAAAAC1g/LppwAgNaSBA/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr4Artq4s58/UzTyAWm8WRI/AAAAAAAAC1g/LppwAgNaSBA/s1600/photo.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just noticed that all of them involve eating. I'm pretty sure it's because he eats all.the.time. Seriously, kid is a bottomless pit!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/SzE32wF8q6c?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Giggles with Mommy in the mornings!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well kids, I am off! Tomorrow I am heading to Raleigh for a yoga training this weekend. Then it's back for several days then off to Florida for Ki Ki's bachelorette party!! WOOT WOOT!! Happy Thursday/Friday morning!!&nbsp;</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-69184481973261442362014-03-18T21:35:00.000-07:002014-03-18T21:35:29.541-07:00Texas & Mills Wedding Roundup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Once again I have seriously neglected this blog. Sorry bout it! Remember me telling you that I was doing something for the next 2374893724908320 weekends? Well that started 4 weekends ago?? I'm lucky to know what day it is, really. It's also becoming increasingly harder to unpack my suitcase knowing that I'm just going to pack it again in a few days. (SIGH) I'm going to try to make this quick <strike>let's be serious I have 3 weeks of fun filled activities to catch up on so it's going to be soooo long</strike>!<br /><br />I was somewhat dreading the weekend before last. Don't get me wrong, I was BEYOND excited to go visit my bestie in Texas for her bachelorette party but I was also so nervous about leaving Mason for the first time. However, I managed to get through packing and dropping him off without any tears and was on my way to the airport. Here is our final goodbye pic:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-1BOTE51T4/UykJ870lNcI/AAAAAAAACn4/FwRf62YKlec/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-1BOTE51T4/UykJ870lNcI/AAAAAAAACn4/FwRf62YKlec/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gH2brB1ngY0/UykJ92TKbbI/AAAAAAAACoA/t9yR_VroStI/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gH2brB1ngY0/UykJ92TKbbI/AAAAAAAACoA/t9yR_VroStI/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="238" /></a></div><br /><br />My father was nice enough to drop me off at the airport 3 hours early. At that point my only option was to head straight to the bar. And can you believe that I made a very nice friend at the bar that ended up buying my lunch and drinks??? Joshy always makes fun of me about talking to everyone when we go places but it totally pays off! Special thanks to my friend Tom for starting my weekend off right!<br /><br /><br />Once landed, I was SO excited to see my best Celina. She is a big time Crossfit junkie and it just so happened she had to do a workout that evening because we knew that she wouldn't be able to do it for the rest of the weekend due to future bachelorette activities. After that we went to a delicious Mexican restaurant then home to enjoy our free night together and I got the pleasure of bonding with her soon-to-be Stepson, Ethan, and her fiance, Coit. Ethan has the coolest room and superhero gear (see below):<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKfuthVl4Hw/UykLkYrPxKI/AAAAAAAACoY/qdx5tfarnPw/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XKfuthVl4Hw/UykLkYrPxKI/AAAAAAAACoY/qdx5tfarnPw/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zf7Ra0g9XU0/UykLkh5mchI/AAAAAAAACoc/DbYofh7usGc/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zf7Ra0g9XU0/UykLkh5mchI/AAAAAAAACoc/DbYofh7usGc/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />By the time we got settled in at home, it was time to go to bed. I'm so glad we had this night so that Celina and I could catch up with each other. The next morning I said my goodbyes to Ethan and we were off to the North Texas campus for Celina to meet briefly with her professor about the thesis she's doing to get her masters.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IE5jrd5Qg/UykMGI-qoGI/AAAAAAAACoo/lTOTgedWzow/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5IE5jrd5Qg/UykMGI-qoGI/AAAAAAAACoo/lTOTgedWzow/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><br />Once that meeting was over, Coit was the best fiance ever and was our driver to this great&nbsp;<a href="http://topgolf.com/dallas/" target="_blank">Top Golf</a>&nbsp;place. Come to find out, the closest one to us is in Richmond, VA, but I've never even heard of it. It's basically a driving range but it's also a bar too. Each individual driving station has their own table complete with waitress and television (along with heaters which I was very thankful for). The driving range has many different games that you can play.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDrgT17MDOk/UykOWG2jqOI/AAAAAAAACpQ/KCk3Qb2_R78/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDrgT17MDOk/UykOWG2jqOI/AAAAAAAACpQ/KCk3Qb2_R78/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkVn85uXWRk/UykOWL0AxQI/AAAAAAAACpM/Wsz1cikqZ2c/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkVn85uXWRk/UykOWL0AxQI/AAAAAAAACpM/Wsz1cikqZ2c/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one had a sofa area on it but most of them were tall bar tables to sit at<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdqaOQz-Wqc/UykNA5Y9k3I/AAAAAAAACpE/PMgdcppww_I/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gdqaOQz-Wqc/UykNA5Y9k3I/AAAAAAAACpE/PMgdcppww_I/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWUZm5OZodM/UykNBGKw_8I/AAAAAAAACpA/YO64cQRxYys/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWUZm5OZodM/UykNBGKw_8I/AAAAAAAACpA/YO64cQRxYys/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See those target looking things? Well there are several games that you can play with these. We played our game to where it was basically like archery targets. The closer you got to the bullseye (flag) the more points you got. It was such a fun game!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MZWNdWS0-8/UykO7TV3FlI/AAAAAAAACpU/rtF26eDRlqA/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MZWNdWS0-8/UykO7TV3FlI/AAAAAAAACpU/rtF26eDRlqA/s1600/photo.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br />After we got done with our golf we enjoyed a fun night with the girls at Celina's house. The next morning we went to another city for a spa day and a night on the town. Here are some pics from our night out:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8YDIUAX-Ns/UykP_ZDmlAI/AAAAAAAACpw/LlmP0c6S7pc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8YDIUAX-Ns/UykP_ZDmlAI/AAAAAAAACpw/LlmP0c6S7pc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYz-GxHpnvo/UykQAebrr_I/AAAAAAAACp8/4jQiAUVHAdw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bYz-GxHpnvo/UykQAebrr_I/AAAAAAAACp8/4jQiAUVHAdw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev_bsoer6-8/UykQA6V92XI/AAAAAAAACqE/2dRKdqCyw7o/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev_bsoer6-8/UykQA6V92XI/AAAAAAAACqE/2dRKdqCyw7o/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="280" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWJt4Oq2oP4/UykQAs6onjI/AAAAAAAACqA/hw4Yiq7joT4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uWJt4Oq2oP4/UykQAs6onjI/AAAAAAAACqA/hw4Yiq7joT4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeFpMZqNu1k/UykQBpbgR2I/AAAAAAAACqc/D-xgE6xQDj8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeFpMZqNu1k/UykQBpbgR2I/AAAAAAAACqc/D-xgE6xQDj8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The MOH and I&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltS-YqeV1_A/UykP9ugkCmI/AAAAAAAACpc/drzRFn7oZ-U/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltS-YqeV1_A/UykP9ugkCmI/AAAAAAAACpc/drzRFn7oZ-U/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went to a piano bar for the first time this night and it was the coolest! If I ever talk myself into going out again I am definitely trying to go to one of these!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-O0SQ0croY/UykP-wihzMI/AAAAAAAACpk/aOvCNooV2Is/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A-O0SQ0croY/UykP-wihzMI/AAAAAAAACpk/aOvCNooV2Is/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yavR_EJlrE/UykP-8T048I/AAAAAAAACpo/MbzVyzOGhQI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0yavR_EJlrE/UykP-8T048I/AAAAAAAACpo/MbzVyzOGhQI/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="180" width="320" /></a></div><br />And the next morning we all felt and looked like this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYQAkbRWvxQ/UykQb_RMyTI/AAAAAAAACqs/8AevpHcPfZs/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iYQAkbRWvxQ/UykQb_RMyTI/AAAAAAAACqs/8AevpHcPfZs/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />I had SO much fun and was so glad that I had the opportunity to celebrate with these girls! I cannot wait for the wedding!! I am even more thankful for my parents and hubby for sending me pic updates all weekend of my sweet boy. Here are just a few that helped me not miss him so much:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiI6y5qe1Nw/UykQv28h81I/AAAAAAAACq0/IW9qougjuRg/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YiI6y5qe1Nw/UykQv28h81I/AAAAAAAACq0/IW9qougjuRg/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiLN6dHcGk8/UykQwWh5ydI/AAAAAAAACq8/mqH01VwUEwg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RiLN6dHcGk8/UykQwWh5ydI/AAAAAAAACq8/mqH01VwUEwg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHSDuXf8f-o/UykQwePmtdI/AAAAAAAACrA/dV8CBRQ6N-0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHSDuXf8f-o/UykQwePmtdI/AAAAAAAACrA/dV8CBRQ6N-0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajFVjl2BumA/UykS85sWdWI/AAAAAAAACrQ/d4Fy6FWUTu4/s1600/image.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ajFVjl2BumA/UykS85sWdWI/AAAAAAAACrQ/d4Fy6FWUTu4/s1600/image.png" height="320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FaceTime with Mommy! I was so happy to have this every day. It sure made things so much easier!</td></tr></tbody></table>To top off a GREAT weekend, my hubby had told me he had a surprise for me when I got home. Knowing my <strike>cheap</strike>&nbsp;husband, this grand "surprise" was probably Cadbury eggs that I love so much because they're only $0.69 at the Dollar General down the road. However, I was literally floored to open this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Cb9euPQ6-E/UykThBjXPHI/AAAAAAAACrY/EWQ7nTHu8gc/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Cb9euPQ6-E/UykThBjXPHI/AAAAAAAACrY/EWQ7nTHu8gc/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbUB1llea94/UykThax9gpI/AAAAAAAACrc/Ue8KNjPsSvg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbUB1llea94/UykThax9gpI/AAAAAAAACrc/Ue8KNjPsSvg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJqjDJhsS68/UykThyRbAUI/AAAAAAAACrk/3hDNB51RvZg/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJqjDJhsS68/UykThyRbAUI/AAAAAAAACrk/3hDNB51RvZg/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />SAY WHAT?!?!?! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY CHEAP HUSBAND?!?!?! To say I was speechless is an understatement - and if you've met my family you would know how hard that is to do. Best.Hubby.EVER!!!!!<br /><br />There was only one thing that would have made that night perfect but that would require me waking up the monster and I was not going to do that. I knew <strike>somewhat hoped&nbsp;</strike>if I went in there and even said a word to him that he would have been up wanting to see me. <strike>This was probably wishful thinking on my part but oh well! A mom can dream that this is the reaction she gets!</strike><br /><strike><br /></strike>About 8 hours later my wish came true. I FINALLY got to see my boy. Remember my wishful thinking the night before how I imagined he would be so excited to see me? Wanna know the reaction I got? Screams. Stinking screams because someone had $hit all over his clothes, his bed and wanted his bottle immediately. He's like a bear. DON'T POKE THE BEAR!! Not in the mornings anyways. You will come back with nubs. Once we got past the crap and fed the bear, I was greeted with this:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8PfGBT8GGQ/UykVMMzpxtI/AAAAAAAACr0/YNQ7DE4R6r4/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8PfGBT8GGQ/UykVMMzpxtI/AAAAAAAACr0/YNQ7DE4R6r4/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko1OyQWJYH8/UykVMSa8ZsI/AAAAAAAACr4/5LgcFtqZtZA/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ko1OyQWJYH8/UykVMSa8ZsI/AAAAAAAACr4/5LgcFtqZtZA/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's now started crawling like this. It's hilarious!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAfXGPGQ9_Y/UykVMVIHwdI/AAAAAAAACr8/e7qQPNsNWhE/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fAfXGPGQ9_Y/UykVMVIHwdI/AAAAAAAACr8/e7qQPNsNWhE/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Isn't he just the cutest?! It took me a couple of days to recover from the previous weekend. <strike>There were several moments where I wanted to shut my office door, crawl under my desk and wait to die.</strike>We had several beautiful days the following week as well as a surprise visit from Mase, Ms. Dawn and Collier to attend one of my classes. Here's a couple of pics from that week:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoUF9WNYLWs/UykVk8Xq9vI/AAAAAAAACsw/RNSCJ6kLsas/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IoUF9WNYLWs/UykVk8Xq9vI/AAAAAAAACsw/RNSCJ6kLsas/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xq71Dus_fE/UykVjO64C5I/AAAAAAAACsU/5sM4q1RLw5M/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xq71Dus_fE/UykVjO64C5I/AAAAAAAACsU/5sM4q1RLw5M/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzi9Mgr50_4/UykVjx3CsgI/AAAAAAAACsk/XFjikvM29gE/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hzi9Mgr50_4/UykVjx3CsgI/AAAAAAAACsk/XFjikvM29gE/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcOB0t_tbtc/UykVkuRux7I/AAAAAAAACso/dIRy0aJ9fLg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WcOB0t_tbtc/UykVkuRux7I/AAAAAAAACso/dIRy0aJ9fLg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T0kEiu2nZY/UykViqqkS-I/AAAAAAAACsM/WhgN_4bafLw/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T0kEiu2nZY/UykViqqkS-I/AAAAAAAACsM/WhgN_4bafLw/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqwtO2ynJPw/UykVi9nr4wI/AAAAAAAACsQ/BBF5TzqkjCI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqwtO2ynJPw/UykVi9nr4wI/AAAAAAAACsQ/BBF5TzqkjCI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdyX--tNT4c/UykVnieleaI/AAAAAAAACs8/FF6cLG0JGTg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wdyX--tNT4c/UykVnieleaI/AAAAAAAACs8/FF6cLG0JGTg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/2cwvDT6mRgQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>That following weekend kicked off my big <strike>not biological&nbsp;</strike>brother Jason's wedding weekend! Friday morning we woke up to breakfast and then we were heading to the Bridal Luncheon for Becca. Ms. Dawn was nice enough to bring Collier over to help watch all of the kiddos while we were gone:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kT7hw_Dwru0/UykWbJHJPSI/AAAAAAAACtI/FT_hivF2dvA/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kT7hw_Dwru0/UykWbJHJPSI/AAAAAAAACtI/FT_hivF2dvA/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="179" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKtnjJBVlCk/UykWaxsXItI/AAAAAAAACtE/6ptGYcE0c4c/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKtnjJBVlCk/UykWaxsXItI/AAAAAAAACtE/6ptGYcE0c4c/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/LlNWg1jFCG4?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lil &amp; Collier playing a beautiful piece on the piano</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, we were having a blast at the bridal luncheon:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZEratmDFUI/UykWxFEgjqI/AAAAAAAACtU/LDx7bUcxMQY/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EZEratmDFUI/UykWxFEgjqI/AAAAAAAACtU/LDx7bUcxMQY/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought it was hilarious that Mom and Nae Nae (MOG) were matching!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-st1fCpjrqY4/UykWxB7o6vI/AAAAAAAACtY/tkEZRpZ3KCk/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-st1fCpjrqY4/UykWxB7o6vI/AAAAAAAACtY/tkEZRpZ3KCk/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bride and MOG</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">We had a little down time after we got back before we had to get ready for the rehearsal dinner so here's a little fun that we had while we waited playing with one of Mom's wigs that we found:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zGRWc4Y5Ao/UykXKy-4ptI/AAAAAAAACtk/FQinsbS77qc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--zGRWc4Y5Ao/UykXKy-4ptI/AAAAAAAACtk/FQinsbS77qc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19N5R2PmUmk/UykXK0oRQFI/AAAAAAAACto/k3b8C6bUHK8/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19N5R2PmUmk/UykXK0oRQFI/AAAAAAAACto/k3b8C6bUHK8/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBCgMZOALYQ/UykXK9S5eDI/AAAAAAAACtw/PjP_dvonJiY/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBCgMZOALYQ/UykXK9S5eDI/AAAAAAAACtw/PjP_dvonJiY/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka49SQYk7Rk/UykXQHb0_DI/AAAAAAAACt8/cpNaWPF_psI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ka49SQYk7Rk/UykXQHb0_DI/AAAAAAAACt8/cpNaWPF_psI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/CefxpdGDFho?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We enlisted Rachel and Chaney along with Sarah's nanny, Carney, to watch the kiddos for the weekend. The boys <strike>mainly my husband</strike>&nbsp;may or may not have had a little TOO much to drink prior to the activities but we all know there's no stopping them. So naturally, I spent most of the night being annoyed with him. Here are some pics of the rehearsal dinner:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYZKmVUXwAY/UykYDloYZQI/AAAAAAAACuM/4Uka_mTHua8/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYZKmVUXwAY/UykYDloYZQI/AAAAAAAACuM/4Uka_mTHua8/s1600/image.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcWMdlnFtwU/UykYDj8tuFI/AAAAAAAACuI/HK5NblWZCn8/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcWMdlnFtwU/UykYDj8tuFI/AAAAAAAACuI/HK5NblWZCn8/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BkKCbgTHgo/UykYI99OViI/AAAAAAAACu4/GUjxWeiXJXk/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BkKCbgTHgo/UykYI99OViI/AAAAAAAACu4/GUjxWeiXJXk/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apart from these idiots faces, nobody told me I looked preggars in this dress!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC6ZcSyIwBc/UykYI0ccGLI/AAAAAAAACu0/oLnkaPePPRI/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC6ZcSyIwBc/UykYI0ccGLI/AAAAAAAACu0/oLnkaPePPRI/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ7f6tjWuz4/UykYJa8h8fI/AAAAAAAACvE/c3e7SKJxvLY/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ7f6tjWuz4/UykYJa8h8fI/AAAAAAAACvE/c3e7SKJxvLY/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUgtuWJ15Sc/UykYH7GIOgI/AAAAAAAACuY/l5NQLYIhEog/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUgtuWJ15Sc/UykYH7GIOgI/AAAAAAAACuY/l5NQLYIhEog/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXvCOe8tCXs/UykYIAWJNrI/AAAAAAAACug/IHh1f_Yegxc/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXvCOe8tCXs/UykYIAWJNrI/AAAAAAAACug/IHh1f_Yegxc/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Jeff making a wonderful speech!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmI-Wi4cKiU/UykYIQTXlOI/AAAAAAAACuc/Vr6kfRNZdDM/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmI-Wi4cKiU/UykYIQTXlOI/AAAAAAAACuc/Vr6kfRNZdDM/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1Chcobznac/UykYIsGk8RI/AAAAAAAACuw/CNwRoyw6uDg/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C1Chcobznac/UykYIsGk8RI/AAAAAAAACuw/CNwRoyw6uDg/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1BR-qUwi5Y/UykYN1kEWwI/AAAAAAAACvQ/YHe9z1Uje-U/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1BR-qUwi5Y/UykYN1kEWwI/AAAAAAAACvQ/YHe9z1Uje-U/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lovely bride and groom! LOVE THEM!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">The next morning, we decided to take Lilly and Mase downtown to see the new Knights stadium and play in Romare Bearden park to lose some energy. Here's a couple of pics riding the train:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8dArPqiL_U/UykZT-MqmrI/AAAAAAAACvY/AUrokSq7OaU/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--8dArPqiL_U/UykZT-MqmrI/AAAAAAAACvY/AUrokSq7OaU/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru6oBYuwHhQ/UykZT1j7kbI/AAAAAAAACvg/vYi3Lruxzkw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru6oBYuwHhQ/UykZT1j7kbI/AAAAAAAACvg/vYi3Lruxzkw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OG8pNa6Z2Wc/UykZUJmBwiI/AAAAAAAACvc/b8KQBi6iBqc/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OG8pNa6Z2Wc/UykZUJmBwiI/AAAAAAAACvc/b8KQBi6iBqc/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We didn't even get to the train station when I started feeling really sick. I had been feeling uncomfortable sick the past couple of days but now it hit me like a brick wall. I'm glad that there was a huge St. Patty's Day festival going on downtown to distract the kids while I was getting sick in any and all bathrooms I could find going down the road.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Later that afternoon when we got back, I managed to get ready for the wedding. I managed to stay through the entire wedding but only lasted about 20 minutes at the reception I felt so bad. Let's be honest, there's only so many times you can blow up the Country Club bathroom when people start to judge you. Okay, maybe they judge you the first time but what's a girl to do?! For those of you wondering if my husband came home with me because his wife was so sick, the answer is no. There was an open bar. At that point there is no "leaving" until the wedding is over. Fine by me, I went home and got some great sleep!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's the few pics I did manage to take/steal:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDt3o8QsdtE/UykahVADjMI/AAAAAAAACv0/cv_uDu8HxYo/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDt3o8QsdtE/UykahVADjMI/AAAAAAAACv0/cv_uDu8HxYo/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgcy0c8Ijc8/UykaisD0RyI/AAAAAAAACwI/h7lDrmXCxnQ/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pgcy0c8Ijc8/UykaisD0RyI/AAAAAAAACwI/h7lDrmXCxnQ/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcVsRxNYEwE/UykahUTdKnI/AAAAAAAACvw/n7c8-KSf4X8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EcVsRxNYEwE/UykahUTdKnI/AAAAAAAACvw/n7c8-KSf4X8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aren't they the cutest?!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-go17I12RA/UykaiYQlmsI/AAAAAAAACv8/wliplrK89Os/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-go17I12RA/UykaiYQlmsI/AAAAAAAACv8/wliplrK89Os/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I can tell you that the wedding and reception were absolutely gorgeous! But the bride and groom outshone them all. **Jason and Becca - we are so happy for you and wish you a lifetime of love and laughter! We love you both!!! **</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z16kNfX4lo0/UykairhVMqI/AAAAAAAACwA/64AW2HeK4ys/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z16kNfX4lo0/UykairhVMqI/AAAAAAAACwA/64AW2HeK4ys/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next morning, I was feeling a TON better. I was so sad that I missed out on one heck of a wedding but seriously could not even try to deal with that whole sickness.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I will leave you with some randoms that have been taken over the past couple of weeks. So sorry to my little Squishy Craft for not getting any photos of him this weekend! Aunt KK loves you to pieces though!! I am off in an attempt to get some sleep. I hope everyone has a great rest of the week!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohfUYoKS9Qs/Uykb2AUpvnI/AAAAAAAACwo/b4YmBxWSAyI/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohfUYoKS9Qs/Uykb2AUpvnI/AAAAAAAACwo/b4YmBxWSAyI/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading with Paw Paw</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47-EPUTjYIM/Uykb2P8pbaI/AAAAAAAACwg/gy4lTL-jvjU/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47-EPUTjYIM/Uykb2P8pbaI/AAAAAAAACwg/gy4lTL-jvjU/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now watching Elmo with Aunt KK - love this little girl!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMsPdWBN2VE/Uykb2PkkXsI/AAAAAAAACwk/XNCKzhFZ5_c/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMsPdWBN2VE/Uykb2PkkXsI/AAAAAAAACwk/XNCKzhFZ5_c/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzSSOoXltqE/UykbwkvW9sI/AAAAAAAACwc/w8rhvOedZfo/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzSSOoXltqE/UykbwkvW9sI/AAAAAAAACwc/w8rhvOedZfo/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/touyMKCG4M4?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-19393731623810216952014-03-05T21:08:00.001-08:002014-03-06T06:21:18.557-08:008 Months Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">WHERE has the time gone?! It's like you blink and 8 months have blown by! I'm going to attempt to be quick on this update since I still have 28390483924 things left to do before I head to Texas tomorrow. So here we go!&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: left;"></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP-9WoquH8k/UxgCE6iAhdI/AAAAAAAACng/wfS60YC0D6I/s1600/image_15.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP-9WoquH8k/UxgCE6iAhdI/AAAAAAAACng/wfS60YC0D6I/s1600/image_15.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crappy iPhone photos<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDMNb4x6j3Y/UxgBJB60XII/AAAAAAAACmw/aVZN1DZEnho/s1600/P1000872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KDMNb4x6j3Y/UxgBJB60XII/AAAAAAAACmw/aVZN1DZEnho/s1600/P1000872.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3z1nRC-U_8I/UxgBKFjxArI/AAAAAAAACm4/54TWNJ4vl8c/s1600/P1000874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3z1nRC-U_8I/UxgBKFjxArI/AAAAAAAACm4/54TWNJ4vl8c/s1600/P1000874.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CO4TClB_ks/UxgBh3Hkt4I/AAAAAAAACnI/R31EBcnuVw0/s1600/P1000877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_CO4TClB_ks/UxgBh3Hkt4I/AAAAAAAACnI/R31EBcnuVw0/s1600/P1000877.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: medium;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTnh26Sx6o0/UxgBkgonrXI/AAAAAAAACnQ/Z5dMvV5b8Mo/s1600/P1000878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fTnh26Sx6o0/UxgBkgonrXI/AAAAAAAACnQ/Z5dMvV5b8Mo/s1600/P1000878.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Olab5dfTfU4/UxgBmgz4ZtI/AAAAAAAACnY/zJeWqRkX9Fo/s1600/P1000879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Olab5dfTfU4/UxgBmgz4ZtI/AAAAAAAACnY/zJeWqRkX9Fo/s1600/P1000879.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Have I told you how much I love this kid?!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">**Side note: this 8 month update is pretty sad.. I'm sure it's because I just did the 7 month update like 2 weeks ago (SIGH)**</div><br />Weight: not a clue, all I know is he is h-e-a-v-y!<br />Height: No clue, but from what everyone is saying he is extremely tall/big for his age. Compared to most babies that are a couple of months older, he is a lot bigger than them. Who knows??<br /><br />Feeding: I seriously cannot keep enough food in this kid. He is constantly eating all.the.time. We are now starting to work our way into real food. He's had (and enjoyed) spaghetti, crackers, cheese, strawberries, his usual rice, the baby food for lunch and dinner, pizza crust and tons more.<br /><br />Firsts: High fives (he's starting to get it); Not much in 2 weeks people<br /><br />Developments: He's definitely starting to take steps on his own without us forcing him; Homeboy is teething like crazy (he's on his third tooth!); crawling like it's his job; he loves testing out his vocals and trying new sounds (seriously, don't try watching a tv show with him in the room because you won't be able to hear it over his screeching/yelling); there are so many &nbsp;more but I can't really think right now<br /><br />Likes: bath; talking/yelling; being tickled; laughing; Puffs/Graham Crackers/Flip Jacks; Food in general; sleeping; force-cuddling with Mommy (maybe this is more my likes but whatev!); crawling; playing with light sockets (I really need to baby proof); watching other children run around/play; riding in his car instead of his stroller - he thinks he's cool stuff in that thing; playing with Daddy &amp; Mommy; swinging; being outside; getting into trouble<br /><br />Dislikes: getting out of the bath; changing his diaper; being hungry; teething; Like I always say, he's a great little guy so there's not much that makes him upset<br /><br />What I'm Thankful For: A great support system. I have been super stressed lately with all the plans that I have the next couple of months and I cannot be more grateful for my friends and family that have been helping me out and letting me know that they're there. Most of you know, I don't like asking for help. The last thing I want to do is inconvenience someone - even if they offer. I'm glad that my friends and family have been so eager to step up and let me know that they are here to help with Mase when I need it or even if I just need a break for a little bit. We are extremely blessed and we thank y'all for all that you do!<br /><br />What I'm Looking Forward to: Well for starters, I head to Texas tomorrow to kick off my bestie's bachelorette party weekend!! WOOT WOOT!! I cannot wait!!! Then the next weekend is my brother, Jason's wedding! YESSS!!<br /><br />Apart from this very sad 8 Month Update.... Here are a couple of pics from the Keller Cabin Weekend two weekends ago:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hf4saYG-Mw/Uxf6Q8yECCI/AAAAAAAACiA/NPKk5ERq49Q/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hf4saYG-Mw/Uxf6Q8yECCI/AAAAAAAACiA/NPKk5ERq49Q/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaCmgY23dyM/UxgArjoSGLI/AAAAAAAACmY/p5A5RGuABuc/s1600/P1000862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OaCmgY23dyM/UxgArjoSGLI/AAAAAAAACmY/p5A5RGuABuc/s1600/P1000862.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgdgDTanD1s/UxgArtrxo-I/AAAAAAAACmU/DhSp4iJXIQs/s1600/P1000863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgdgDTanD1s/UxgArtrxo-I/AAAAAAAACmU/DhSp4iJXIQs/s1600/P1000863.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0Z2cfzkxzs/UxgArftf8BI/AAAAAAAACmc/Z5tu03L05sg/s1600/P1000864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0Z2cfzkxzs/UxgArftf8BI/AAAAAAAACmc/Z5tu03L05sg/s1600/P1000864.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zp4ckDMU8A/UxgBOrw-YYI/AAAAAAAACm8/Bcs3D6NrAhw/s1600/P1000867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1zp4ckDMU8A/UxgBOrw-YYI/AAAAAAAACm8/Bcs3D6NrAhw/s1600/P1000867.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cv86aIUz2hQ/Uxf6Q8GyR1I/AAAAAAAACh8/6hdErK6qTNo/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cv86aIUz2hQ/Uxf6Q8GyR1I/AAAAAAAACh8/6hdErK6qTNo/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We got all bundled up Saturday morning to go hiking down by the creek</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_vhNWgHyq8/Uxf6Sk3c83I/AAAAAAAACiw/L53duyADYzI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_vhNWgHyq8/Uxf6Sk3c83I/AAAAAAAACiw/L53duyADYzI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Qxx6bCuYY/Uxf6SvqXgAI/AAAAAAAACig/y06ErSTdsPs/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2Qxx6bCuYY/Uxf6SvqXgAI/AAAAAAAACig/y06ErSTdsPs/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4wkIvWCKc/Uxf6TLMsK-I/AAAAAAAACio/lIT9qRU4vuU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dE4wkIvWCKc/Uxf6TLMsK-I/AAAAAAAACio/lIT9qRU4vuU/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking a moment to tie shoes!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pITgQ6wox3M/Uxf6T7NvLJI/AAAAAAAACjI/r6H1CC83Z1w/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pITgQ6wox3M/Uxf6T7NvLJI/AAAAAAAACjI/r6H1CC83Z1w/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsGO6ZDWHQQ/Uxf6UXkrqxI/AAAAAAAACjA/cUr9e1xCK74/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zsGO6ZDWHQQ/Uxf6UXkrqxI/AAAAAAAACjA/cUr9e1xCK74/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin Chase had a BLAST hiking through the woods. He even had FUN and wasn't bored without a tv!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9UV4KZwgN0/Uxf6UxFHSkI/AAAAAAAACjM/oVJSrz5jzYg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G9UV4KZwgN0/Uxf6UxFHSkI/AAAAAAAACjM/oVJSrz5jzYg/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys' job was to make sure that the girls and kids crossed the creek safely without falling in. They had their work cut out for them, ha!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0ilu_tEWeg/Uxf6VVC9ydI/AAAAAAAACjY/KJD5Hbqxe3Q/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B0ilu_tEWeg/Uxf6VVC9ydI/AAAAAAAACjY/KJD5Hbqxe3Q/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase had SUCH a good time. He loved hiking and kept bouncing up and down in the Bjorn.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ok-87JCIUzQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry Debra, I had to do it. It was just TOO funny not to post! At one point we had to hike up the really steep hill so the boys had to basically help pull us up it. The boys were NOT very caring to their mother!!&nbsp;</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CItGyIMDeuk/Uxf6RGzn6BI/AAAAAAAACiI/whUirPAmaso/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CItGyIMDeuk/Uxf6RGzn6BI/AAAAAAAACiI/whUirPAmaso/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNp7pKOtCpw/Uxf6R0tK1KI/AAAAAAAACiQ/UeQTwYxpK8o/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNp7pKOtCpw/Uxf6R0tK1KI/AAAAAAAACiQ/UeQTwYxpK8o/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtffoJ-qtXM/Uxf6ScS0JfI/AAAAAAAACiY/wqyONoIzId8/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PtffoJ-qtXM/Uxf6ScS0JfI/AAAAAAAACiY/wqyONoIzId8/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is probably my favorite pic of the weekend. So pretty!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>When we got home that Sunday, our Mason got to meet someone that is very dear to us, brother Hunter!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwqIRaGJHTE/Uxf7x36LuLI/AAAAAAAACjo/REtF7vlFnNk/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PwqIRaGJHTE/Uxf7x36LuLI/AAAAAAAACjo/REtF7vlFnNk/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />As usual, the next weekend flew by! That Friday we met us with Uncle TJ, Aunt Kim Kim &amp; Peyton. It was so good to catch up with them. I swear, I could just eat Peyt up he's the cutest!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJtLAtO7YKM/Uxf8HfVKMTI/AAAAAAAACjw/q6BwY2YSh1o/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DJtLAtO7YKM/Uxf8HfVKMTI/AAAAAAAACjw/q6BwY2YSh1o/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjP1ZwkKq9g/Uxf8J4cKUVI/AAAAAAAACkU/5dhJwBkwpr8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjP1ZwkKq9g/Uxf8J4cKUVI/AAAAAAAACkU/5dhJwBkwpr8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3E9-180X_8/Uxf8Hbpc_DI/AAAAAAAACj0/PmQms-n7XA0/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3E9-180X_8/Uxf8Hbpc_DI/AAAAAAAACj0/PmQms-n7XA0/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwgQUkLVyaw/Uxf8IXLxdYI/AAAAAAAACj4/Vsd54B1fvQ4/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hwgQUkLVyaw/Uxf8IXLxdYI/AAAAAAAACj4/Vsd54B1fvQ4/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tgq_fH-WxE/Uxf8I8k8BiI/AAAAAAAACkE/iDFrdg3KQf4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tgq_fH-WxE/Uxf8I8k8BiI/AAAAAAAACkE/iDFrdg3KQf4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cux044Lws8M/Uxf8JRB27zI/AAAAAAAACkM/iYiuxQg9U_o/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cux044Lws8M/Uxf8JRB27zI/AAAAAAAACkM/iYiuxQg9U_o/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />I had to work a half day that Saturday morning during basketball. Once I got home, it was so nice we just HAD to go for a walk.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svHSXcIf124/Uxf8ctjOUkI/AAAAAAAACkg/Ln76lm45LNI/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svHSXcIf124/Uxf8ctjOUkI/AAAAAAAACkg/Ln76lm45LNI/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase got this little car for Christmas. It says it's for ages 18 - 24 months but he sits up pretty well so we decided to test it out. He.LOVES.it.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--hNfRxn64co/Uxf89Wy6vdI/AAAAAAAACko/npITUT9zOXQ/s1600/1798266_651904981621_727529154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--hNfRxn64co/Uxf89Wy6vdI/AAAAAAAACko/npITUT9zOXQ/s1600/1798266_651904981621_727529154_n.jpg" height="320" width="234" /></a></div><br />On Sunday, I assisted in throwing another bestie a baby shower. This was my first one I did without the assistance of my sister so I was super pumped about it. With the help of Casey, Toni and JJ, it turned out great!<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcN1QhT12Nc/Uxf-N0q_qUI/AAAAAAAAClc/CdsvnfsOLYA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JcN1QhT12Nc/Uxf-N0q_qUI/AAAAAAAAClc/CdsvnfsOLYA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The rag wreath I made for Baby K&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OGGy86nm1g/Uxf-KuHrv3I/AAAAAAAACk4/7bunFcnvIT4/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OGGy86nm1g/Uxf-KuHrv3I/AAAAAAAACk4/7bunFcnvIT4/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYqi9ZxOotk/Uxf-L4Vaf5I/AAAAAAAAClA/7MD65NEMlFE/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYqi9ZxOotk/Uxf-L4Vaf5I/AAAAAAAAClA/7MD65NEMlFE/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lCQGgyCmSw/Uxf-M6y_R9I/AAAAAAAAClI/DcCYRFwUheQ/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7lCQGgyCmSw/Uxf-M6y_R9I/AAAAAAAAClI/DcCYRFwUheQ/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Besties for over 15 years!</td></tr></tbody></table>I'm pretty sure that covers the past two weeks, I will leave you with some randoms taken over the past couple of weeks:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAZYOdGoMls/Uxf-4qBpD9I/AAAAAAAAClw/z8eKvqs3quY/s1600/image_14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAZYOdGoMls/Uxf-4qBpD9I/AAAAAAAAClw/z8eKvqs3quY/s1600/image_14.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtI2m3zhuPg/Uxf-7iCSvAI/AAAAAAAACl4/fePBtOb7Y04/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtI2m3zhuPg/Uxf-7iCSvAI/AAAAAAAACl4/fePBtOb7Y04/s1600/photo.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsXZjw3vx2Y/Uxf_BlS1HKI/AAAAAAAACmE/WTJ1d6eOEMg/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsXZjw3vx2Y/Uxf_BlS1HKI/AAAAAAAACmE/WTJ1d6eOEMg/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="179" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RtHq6p5gVM/Uxf_BRU54yI/AAAAAAAACmA/xDJLcYAtbqY/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RtHq6p5gVM/Uxf_BRU54yI/AAAAAAAACmA/xDJLcYAtbqY/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Twinsies!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/hYwEQI4HH9A?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/pQdLxrqIyTE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">The bottom one was something that Ms. Dawn did for Mom's chemo day! Isn't she the cutest?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">One last thing. I would like to wish the cutest Squishy nephew a happy 1 month! That's right, they're exactly 7 months a part so I should be able to remember his birthday, right?? I promise to try my hardest Craft. On the rare chance I do forget, don't be offended because Uncle Joshy has to remind me every year that it's his birthday, ha!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/I_xWBvcXPk0/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/I_xWBvcXPk0?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/I_xWBvcXPk0?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div>Thank you for the sweet "gift" you gave me! I'm sure your mother enjoyed cleaning that one up ;-))))<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alright friends, I will try my hardest to update next week once I return. In all seriousness, I'll do it when I find the time or am not that sleepy ;-) I hope everyone has a FABULOUS rest of the week. I'm so excited about Texas tomorrow I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep!<br /><br /><br /></div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-53614411549384118782014-02-17T19:00:00.000-08:002014-02-18T07:32:27.926-08:007 Month Update/Snow Day Family FunHello there! I am attempting to be better about these posts. Sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm just so busy!! Last week we had a <strike>snowpacolypse</strike>&nbsp;were snowed so we were at MiMi and Paw Paw's to have some fun/hangout time with them which was glorious! Here's our 7 Month Update:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhPrm-550I0/UwJ_34gkqQI/AAAAAAAACeg/ft70glFlzhQ/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhPrm-550I0/UwJ_34gkqQI/AAAAAAAACeg/ft70glFlzhQ/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Weight: Not definite on this but he's around 19.5 lbs according to our scales. Big boy!<br />Height: I'm not even going to pretend like I attempted to get this. Sorry, Mase!<br /><br />Sleep: He has been doing MUCH better in this category (knock on wood). We are liking our new bedtime routine that consists of reading books about an hour before bedtime in the living room, bath, play time, and then <strike>tossing</strike>&nbsp;putting him to bed with his pacifier and bear. Sometimes he will wake up in the middle of the night but we have been letting him cry it out and within 3 - 10 minutes he's back to sleep.<br /><br />Feeding: I seriously cannot keep enough food in this kid. He eats all.the.time. He usually has a bottle in the morning when he first wakes up around 7:30 - 8:00 am, cereal around 9:00 am, lunch around 1:30 pm, snack time in the afternoon, dinner at 6:30 pm and a nighttime 4 ounces of formula right before bed. He may or may not have an morning or afternoon 6 ounces of formula. Lunch and dinner consist of a big jar of veggies or fruit mixed with cereal since the jar alone will not fill him up. Seriously, it's like he's starving all the time!<br /><br />Firsts this month: We are finally crawling!! It's more of an army crawl but, hey, it works! Pulling up on the ottoman or couches, running/galloping in his walker. He has tried a bunch of new vegetables and fruits which he seems to like. I guess <a href="http://the-k-train.blogspot.com/2014/02/worst-mother-of-year.html" target="_blank">dislocating his shoulder</a> counts as a first&nbsp;<strike>and hopefully last</strike> for Mommy and Mason. A bunch more I just can't think of them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://i1.ytimg.com/vi/D26rPv_MOlw/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/D26rPv_MOlw?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/D26rPv_MOlw?version=3&f=user_uploads&c=google-webdrive-0&app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br /><br />Developments: I always feel like this should be with firsts for some reason!We are cutting a third tooth at the moment. And along with that tooth comes the attitude/tantrums/diva meltdowns/crankiness. Every day is a new day for him - especially if we're going outside. It always amazes me that he just looks around like it's the first time seeing a swing or a fan. They say at this point he's starting to really pay attention and focus on details. He is now sitting up by himself for long periods of time. Home boy is on the go constantly now! We have trouble getting him motivated to get there, but once we find said motivation, he is OFF! We are in serious trouble when he starts walking! They also say that he is starting to "categorize" things. So he is starting to know the difference between a dog and a horse - unless he's looking at my parent's neighbors dog, Pinto, (a Newfoundland) which I'm pretty sure we confused the crap out of Mase since Pinto could technically fit in the "horse" category - and a spotted cat is not a cow. He's now able to pick up on the meaning of some words. Our favorite one lately has been "no." They also say that he can "really exaggerate his moods" right now. I definitely know that he is well-developed in this stage.<br /><br />Likes: baths; sweet potatoes; winter squash; Mommy's phone <strike>that he can't play with</strike>; anything that we say "no" to; crawling; clapping on someone's hand; standing; squealing; having noises repeated back to him; peek-a-boo; I know there's more I just can't think of any right now. I do know that his new favorite thing is to "wave" at someone. He does this all.the.time. Like yesterday, he was pitching a temper tantrum in his high chair with his head thrown back looking at the ceiling and his arm up in the air like he was waving to the ceiling all while screaming. Kid can multitask if nothing else. It would've been cute if he hadn't been so cranky all.day.long.<br /><br />Dislikes: teething. I'm pretty sure Mommy and Daddy despise this one too! He doesn't like reading books either. It is torture at storytime almost every night because he does not want to look at the book or he wants to move around and not sit still. Everything in the room can be off and nobody will be talking and he just can't stand it. He wants to crawl or move around or sometimes he just screams. This makes me so sad because I LOVE reading! I mean, my husband has to put me on a book allowance so I don't spend all of our money on purchasing books. Why Mason, why?! Needless to say Mommy wins the nightly battle because we are NOT giving up story time!<br /><br />What I'm thankful for: Ms. Dawn. Serious baby-whisperer/baby saint. She is always giving us helpful tips for us to try with Mase. I am a true believer that if it wasn't for her baby tips, we would be down 1 parent due to insanity. And that is no joke! It is also so nice knowing that your child is safe and happy while you are working. And if Mase could talk, he would probably say he likes her over us any day, ha!<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olGr9ZZUfqM/UwKA4TPcMRI/AAAAAAAACeo/y76cLtgPIzM/s1600/IMG_20140217_092345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-olGr9ZZUfqM/UwKA4TPcMRI/AAAAAAAACeo/y76cLtgPIzM/s1600/IMG_20140217_092345.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He LOVES playing with Ms. Dawn!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>I also need to give a big shout out to the parents/grandparents. We seriously have the greatest parents ever. They are always so willing to help us out when we need it. Whether it's watching Mason to give us a break, taking us out to dinner, supporting us, giving us advice <strike>even if we don't want to hear it</strike>,&nbsp;helping us fix up our house, or just helping us in general. We couldn't have kept our sanity without their assistance. We love you Mi Mi, Grandma Debbie, Paw Paw &amp; Pop Pops!<br /><br />What I'm looking forward to: We have SO much coming up! A big weekend getaway with the Kellers this weekend at the cabin that I am so excited about! Then next weekend I am help planning a baby shower for one of my besties. The next weekend I'm in Texas <strike>to party like I'm not a mother</strike>&nbsp;for my other besties bachelorette party - WOOT WOOT!! And then the NEXT weekend my godbrother, Jason, is getting married to one of the best ladies I've ever met, Becca!Then I get to be certified for yoga, another bach party in Florida, a wedding in Texas, another baby shower for cousin Christie, a HUGE Easter Egg Hunt at work, and then another wedding! SO MUCH ROOM FOR ACTIVITIES AND I CAN'T WAIT!!! I have a feeling I'm going to go over my allowance... Sorry, Joshy!!<br /><br />Here is what we've been up to since we last met:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/TT0zkTdQ5hI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is what happens when parents get bored</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As most of you know, we had a TON of snow for Charlotte last week. Here are a couple of pics that I took from that:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXV2MuEp9X8/UwKBYFV86EI/AAAAAAAACfU/B94KKwz_Kwg/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LXV2MuEp9X8/UwKBYFV86EI/AAAAAAAACfU/B94KKwz_Kwg/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlq3AVxDkDg/UwKBYnqgOeI/AAAAAAAACfc/Tow9jAL1wl8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlq3AVxDkDg/UwKBYnqgOeI/AAAAAAAACfc/Tow9jAL1wl8/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kdpaav87c/UwKBY-AkKyI/AAAAAAAACfk/m_GW4jBCVck/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D2kdpaav87c/UwKBY-AkKyI/AAAAAAAACfk/m_GW4jBCVck/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He wasn't real sure of this "snow" stuff</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3t7NH97wpM/UwKBZfY0vAI/AAAAAAAACfs/2J0VIVqYy1c/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h3t7NH97wpM/UwKBZfY0vAI/AAAAAAAACfs/2J0VIVqYy1c/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joshy will kill me when he finds out I posted this, but it was too hilarious not to! Someone (not mentioning any names... *cough cough Joshy*!) thought it would be a good idea to take a running start and dive onto a sled head first and then sled down the hill. I KNEW it was a bad idea and even said "I really need to record this" right before ^ this happened. AND IT WAS SO FUNNY!!! I was in a little bit of trouble because I was laughing too hard to ask if he was okay. But really, what made him think this was a good idea?!?! I am kicking myself for not recording it!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFFYnISwKDI/UwKBZ1b7ZUI/AAAAAAAACf0/M7kfAOqp4h4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wFFYnISwKDI/UwKBZ1b7ZUI/AAAAAAAACf0/M7kfAOqp4h4/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ka5b8WfaQso/UwKBaHbGzzI/AAAAAAAACf8/JOaIcFqmasY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ka5b8WfaQso/UwKBaHbGzzI/AAAAAAAACf8/JOaIcFqmasY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Hie9MEyXk/UwKBak28ZEI/AAAAAAAACgE/O-1MyBriZ20/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Hie9MEyXk/UwKBak28ZEI/AAAAAAAACgE/O-1MyBriZ20/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We wanted to build a snowman so we left Mase on his sled &nbsp;to supervise us!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peUi49VJFI4/UwKBa5f2p7I/AAAAAAAACgM/tZuZxIe4xBI/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-peUi49VJFI4/UwKBa5f2p7I/AAAAAAAACgM/tZuZxIe4xBI/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Put it over there Paw Paw"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUZ0AR7WS9s/UwKBWa5RLTI/AAAAAAAACew/WQZ9AYQuJDY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUZ0AR7WS9s/UwKBWa5RLTI/AAAAAAAACew/WQZ9AYQuJDY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone got bored</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lX2Fcv4Ct3c/UwKBWRqqilI/AAAAAAAACe8/0cB_T6w2u1w/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lX2Fcv4Ct3c/UwKBWRqqilI/AAAAAAAACe8/0cB_T6w2u1w/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to help us build a snowman!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vd7VV1KCGg/UwKBWSsSq8I/AAAAAAAACe0/SLGiu8OnORs/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5vd7VV1KCGg/UwKBWSsSq8I/AAAAAAAACe0/SLGiu8OnORs/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c0JdXSc5C7s/UwKBXMK7ItI/AAAAAAAACfE/6_Ura9tNgfQ/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c0JdXSc5C7s/UwKBXMK7ItI/AAAAAAAACfE/6_Ura9tNgfQ/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family Pic - Take 1 - a certain freckle-faced-big-butt was in the way! Get outta the way Dundee Elizabeth!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhV1x8eYcZ0/UwKBa2ap2eI/AAAAAAAACgU/lAnI2UgWqE4/s1600/image_14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zhV1x8eYcZ0/UwKBa2ap2eI/AAAAAAAACgU/lAnI2UgWqE4/s1600/image_14.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/8RF6ENW7aRg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why am I always the one that gets taken out??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/7ehuTKY5RiU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A little Mommy &amp; Mase sledding!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8l37wUNk6T8/UwKDGrUj-HI/AAAAAAAACgw/eea_Zwj-qBo/s1600/image_16.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8l37wUNk6T8/UwKDGrUj-HI/AAAAAAAACgw/eea_Zwj-qBo/s1600/image_16.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MiMi &amp; Mase snuggles - MiMi is so funny!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3WfDGAbeIQ/UwKDGzmF2bI/AAAAAAAACg0/DLjSJo-Uv5c/s1600/image_17.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3WfDGAbeIQ/UwKDGzmF2bI/AAAAAAAACg0/DLjSJo-Uv5c/s1600/image_17.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSbppLTbbxs/UwKDGzBYrlI/AAAAAAAACg4/9VwiDpFIIWk/s1600/image_18.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSbppLTbbxs/UwKDGzBYrlI/AAAAAAAACg4/9VwiDpFIIWk/s1600/image_18.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Temper!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQBJDmUJj3s/UwKDICBGdYI/AAAAAAAAChI/byadGzCVFRE/s1600/image_19.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQBJDmUJj3s/UwKDICBGdYI/AAAAAAAAChI/byadGzCVFRE/s1600/image_19.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then he's fine....&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Well friends, I am off here. I hope everyone has a great day! I'll report back next week ;-)</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-57346626299135839002014-02-10T20:00:00.000-08:002014-02-11T11:51:41.286-08:00Worst Mother of the YearThis morning started off great. I was having my first FULL class at work so we were heading out early so I could make sure there was plenty of time to finish setting up for my program. I was actually early in dropping off Mase at Ms. Dawns. How could this day go wrong???<br /><br />Since I was so early, I stayed to talk to Ms. Dawn for a few minutes. This was where I went wrong. I should have just gone straight to work. Instead, I had to feel confident that nothing was going to happen and the day would run smoothly. WRONG. While I was talking to Dawn, I was rolling Mase over and over again in my arms. As I was rolling him over, I saw that his arm was about to get stuck behind his back. But before I could get his arm, he finished rolling over. During said "rollover" I heard a POP. As soon as I heard it I knew what had happened. I grabbed him up to face me and that's when it was confirmed. I dislocated his arm. When he was rolling, that pop was his arm coming out of his socket. His arm was now laying limp against his side. I tried to see if he could move it and he started screaming in pain. He couldn't move it at all. It was limp. Seriously, FREAKING OUT!! Ms. Dawn has actually seen this happen several times in the past with other children so she confirmed that it was definitely out of the socket. STILL FREAKING OUT!!! The normal thing would be to call the doctors, right? Well, of course! The only problem with that is I had left my phone at work the previous night. I quickly looked up the phone number online, called the doctor's office from Ms. Dawns phone, and got an appointment for an hour later. Meanwhile, M is crying and looking freaked out because he couldn't move his arm. I'm pretty sure that I wasn't helping at all because while I wasn't crying, I was on the verge of losing it at any moment.<br /><br />Per the nurse's instructions, we got M settled with a bottle and tried keeping him comfortable. While he was eating, I decided to run back to work (about 5 minutes away) to call my boss and let Josh know what was going on. I'm glad that Josh didn't answer when I got there because I would have lost it at that point. When I got off the phone I noticed I had a couple of missed texts from Ms. Dawn. She said that he was fine! While having his bottle, she kind of put pressure on his arm and then set him down on the ground. He then rolled over and we're assuming popped it back in himself during that rollover because the next thing we knew he was up in the crawling position attempting to crawl. After calling and talking to Dawn and confirming that his arm was back to normal I called the nurse back. At this point there's nothing they can do if he's perfectly fine so it was pointless to keep my appointment. The nurse was like, "do you think you were overreacting?" <strike>No you idiot, his arm was dangling at his freaking side!! </strike>I told her that it was definitely dangling at his side and he was in pain when we tried to move it. She said that this type of injury is actually very common in infants and if his arm currently seems normal that means he must have popped it back in when rolling over. Who still feels like the worst mother in the world??? ME!!<br /><br />Up until this point, I had only heard of one person that this has happened to. Their situation happened because they pulled the child up by the arms and it popped out. That's why you're never supposed to swing them by their arms or pull them up by the arms when they're infants. It did make me feel better that it is a very common injury but not so much that it didn't scare the crap out of me and I felt like the worst mother in the universe.<br /><br />When I finally got in touch with Josh and filled him in, want to know his first reaction? Here is how our convo went: <br />Josh: "I have a serious question.... Which arm was it?" &lt;-- (hinting at left or right. He's been obsessed with M being a lefty because we all know that lefty's make more $$$)<br />Me: "You're going to be mad..."<br />Josh: "Da#n it babe!"<br /><br />Really??? It was my father's first reaction too, he just knew better than to ask that question!<br /><br /><br />Luckily, the rest of the day was a success. I had to give Mase extra snuggles to make him feel better. The next day we went to visit my newest nephew, Craft Robinson Baum or Squishy as I call him. Coming in hot at 9 lbs 5 ounces and 22 inches long. Home boy was HUGE! I was SO excited that we got to play with him. Here are some pics from our short time in Raleigh:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDqsaaTynIQ/Uvp57Vz13rI/AAAAAAAACaI/8MOVD8rgOCg/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDqsaaTynIQ/Uvp57Vz13rI/AAAAAAAACaI/8MOVD8rgOCg/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQDHN5-Qldo/Uvp5_7caghI/AAAAAAAACaY/x4ZAKwtaFPE/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQDHN5-Qldo/Uvp5_7caghI/AAAAAAAACaY/x4ZAKwtaFPE/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95j_Yj0rqlg/Uvp6AIIIUKI/AAAAAAAACag/mtaGIBiQT0o/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95j_Yj0rqlg/Uvp6AIIIUKI/AAAAAAAACag/mtaGIBiQT0o/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hN_4nCKQUzk/Uvp6Aj-nnjI/AAAAAAAACas/Xc9_Fil1CnQ/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hN_4nCKQUzk/Uvp6Aj-nnjI/AAAAAAAACas/Xc9_Fil1CnQ/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The next few are from&nbsp;<a href="http://www.stephaniealdridgephotography.com/blog/" target="_blank">Stephanie Aldridge Photography</a>, if you are in the Raleigh area and you need photos, she is AWESOME!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-H99qONIe4/Uvp6UZR8ZpI/AAAAAAAACa0/KYf-zatVe3k/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-H99qONIe4/Uvp6UZR8ZpI/AAAAAAAACa0/KYf-zatVe3k/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="212" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqfCa21KHhY/Uvp6UAOMYEI/AAAAAAAACaw/FkQMdtLR5QI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqfCa21KHhY/Uvp6UAOMYEI/AAAAAAAACaw/FkQMdtLR5QI/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="211" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvTJb0GzXTI/Uvp6UoeBkYI/AAAAAAAACa8/eDaPfkl-_yk/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvTJb0GzXTI/Uvp6UoeBkYI/AAAAAAAACa8/eDaPfkl-_yk/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br />We didn't want to stay too long in Raleigh because we know that they were going to have tons of visitors so after spending some time up there we headed back down to stay the weekend in Hickory with Joshy's parents. Saturday morning Deb and I went to pick up Mase some new jeans since he has grown out of all his other ones. Here's a couple of pics from our day:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixa0heyuPfU/Uvp7QdBCpGI/AAAAAAAACbg/QcDcsHIWjGw/s1600/1743707_671801927064_2070725024_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixa0heyuPfU/Uvp7QdBCpGI/AAAAAAAACbg/QcDcsHIWjGw/s1600/1743707_671801927064_2070725024_n.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snuggles with the birthday boy. He will never admit it openly, but Joshy loves it when his little guy falls asleep on him!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wki8vCZMF_w/Uvp60f8S1II/AAAAAAAACbQ/50ebhA3Sylc/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wki8vCZMF_w/Uvp60f8S1II/AAAAAAAACbQ/50ebhA3Sylc/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYsSH2TYhaM/Uvp60fxA-wI/AAAAAAAACbU/bpqtp1W07k0/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYsSH2TYhaM/Uvp60fxA-wI/AAAAAAAACbU/bpqtp1W07k0/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase with cousin Mackenzie&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIVLekqsNZ4/Uvp60vlL7YI/AAAAAAAACbM/Tm0nP5ZKg3w/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIVLekqsNZ4/Uvp60vlL7YI/AAAAAAAACbM/Tm0nP5ZKg3w/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was Joshy's bday so we decided to go out with some friends to celebrate. We love our little guy to pieces but we also like some adult time as well! Here are a couple of pics from our night out with Jenny G, Tom, Erica, and Bekah:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfKXWdh1cNM/Uvp7vdq4bTI/AAAAAAAACb8/V7TC3q4XdrA/s1600/999163_649053101811_191983902_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AfKXWdh1cNM/Uvp7vdq4bTI/AAAAAAAACb8/V7TC3q4XdrA/s1600/999163_649053101811_191983902_n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kK5Mq29Ch4c/Uvp7vMh1_8I/AAAAAAAACb0/_KOlpg8fjkA/s1600/1619161_649053036941_1067653809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kK5Mq29Ch4c/Uvp7vMh1_8I/AAAAAAAACb0/_KOlpg8fjkA/s1600/1619161_649053036941_1067653809_n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joshy with Beky &amp; Jenny</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axPIYoxBdKg/Uvp7vSNtssI/AAAAAAAACb4/nLVtbuXvOOE/s1600/1891026_649052987041_455296775_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axPIYoxBdKg/Uvp7vSNtssI/AAAAAAAACb4/nLVtbuXvOOE/s1600/1891026_649052987041_455296775_n.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LOVE my Erica!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PHWz9NqgX8/Uvp7yTs-yUI/AAAAAAAACcE/N7JbWZITmeA/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PHWz9NqgX8/Uvp7yTs-yUI/AAAAAAAACcE/N7JbWZITmeA/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Otz-V9WCHMI/Uvp72pcQnKI/AAAAAAAACcI/IHtXFA1XZh0/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Otz-V9WCHMI/Uvp72pcQnKI/AAAAAAAACcI/IHtXFA1XZh0/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next morning we got up to visit a little while longer before meeting up for lunch with Aunt Beky, Aunt Jenny, &amp; Uncle Tom:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69PJea5ykJ8/Uvp8e98U8GI/AAAAAAAACcQ/W7V2eyf3AT8/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69PJea5ykJ8/Uvp8e98U8GI/AAAAAAAACcQ/W7V2eyf3AT8/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNDdCQEpWUg/Uvp8hItuPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/emKhqsLt8-E/s1600/1620844_649123500731_1673662384_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oNDdCQEpWUg/Uvp8hItuPXI/AAAAAAAACcY/emKhqsLt8-E/s1600/1620844_649123500731_1673662384_n.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mase with Aunt Beky</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0r-xcIOC90I/Uvp9LEb_eDI/AAAAAAAACcw/LUY9YUzivo8/s1600/photo.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0r-xcIOC90I/Uvp9LEb_eDI/AAAAAAAACcw/LUY9YUzivo8/s1600/photo.PNG" height="320" width="317" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We had a BLAST this weekend! Even though we got off to a rough start, it ended up being great. Here are some other things that have been going on lately:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1OsTF-Fuik/Uvp-A5jqyMI/AAAAAAAACdA/91XFnUwBXno/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1OsTF-Fuik/Uvp-A5jqyMI/AAAAAAAACdA/91XFnUwBXno/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready for our snow day!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq49nrMw0Ks/Uvp-BNd0oKI/AAAAAAAACdE/1uTUAObeYRk/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq49nrMw0Ks/Uvp-BNd0oKI/AAAAAAAACdE/1uTUAObeYRk/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0RwD_Q44qc/Uvp-A8LvHaI/AAAAAAAACc8/wSiqhlQedIc/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P0RwD_Q44qc/Uvp-A8LvHaI/AAAAAAAACc8/wSiqhlQedIc/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfZelLE3wj4/Uvp-B4I4_CI/AAAAAAAACdM/IOu03Y4yDlY/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfZelLE3wj4/Uvp-B4I4_CI/AAAAAAAACdM/IOu03Y4yDlY/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJav-NM6ngM/Uvp-CPeYOgI/AAAAAAAACdc/ehpcEzbcM1Q/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJav-NM6ngM/Uvp-CPeYOgI/AAAAAAAACdc/ehpcEzbcM1Q/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhUMHCNVCU0/Uvp-CS5GZEI/AAAAAAAACdU/239urbWXR9Q/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhUMHCNVCU0/Uvp-CS5GZEI/AAAAAAAACdU/239urbWXR9Q/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwTIwEswOdA/Uvp-E4lWxvI/AAAAAAAACds/5orHiTD7mPQ/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwTIwEswOdA/Uvp-E4lWxvI/AAAAAAAACds/5orHiTD7mPQ/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was Mase helping Mommy pack. Which really meant that he was pulling down my entire closet!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwpMYO1qtbo/Uvp-Hm0a5rI/AAAAAAAACd0/nGTfUDcrdl4/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwpMYO1qtbo/Uvp-Hm0a5rI/AAAAAAAACd0/nGTfUDcrdl4/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Hey Mommy!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zwLv8c9m3k/Uvp-Hnws_6I/AAAAAAAACd4/Rv3hpdXEPuU/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6zwLv8c9m3k/Uvp-Hnws_6I/AAAAAAAACd4/Rv3hpdXEPuU/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Share the covers, Daddy!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64o8FqS_JaM/Uvp-Htx22RI/AAAAAAAACd8/250nTJasKw4/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64o8FqS_JaM/Uvp-Htx22RI/AAAAAAAACd8/250nTJasKw4/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready for my snow day!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8X0WTmIUMg/Uvp-Id5kjBI/AAAAAAAACeM/xwHEUIbt4ow/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V8X0WTmIUMg/Uvp-Id5kjBI/AAAAAAAACeM/xwHEUIbt4ow/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />I hope everyone has a fun and safe snow day!! We'll be back soon with the 7 Month Update!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-91481858618210673022014-01-27T19:00:00.000-08:002014-01-28T07:08:24.235-08:00Two Week Round Up<div class="MsoNormal">Well friends, another two weeks has flown by. I have been SO busy at my new center that I’ve been too exhausted to write the blogs at the end of the day. Here’s an update of what’s been going on:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The Friday before last, Aunty Amanda was in town so I went out with the girls for dinner and drinks. I am SO happy that I did this because it was long overdue. Here’s me and Mase before Mommy’s big night out:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXxcaqA4Z5s/UubL6lverhI/AAAAAAAACXQ/BjsW0Qmt8Xw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXxcaqA4Z5s/UubL6lverhI/AAAAAAAACXQ/BjsW0Qmt8Xw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIKCchO5gdo/UubL7rpYJEI/AAAAAAAACXY/jlWmTf_Y0Fs/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rIKCchO5gdo/UubL7rpYJEI/AAAAAAAACXY/jlWmTf_Y0Fs/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love these girls! I loved pretending that I was in college for the night! Although, I remember being able to party a lot longer in college and not feeling as bad the next morning (SIGH)!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">On Saturday, I worked for the first part of the morning and Joshy went to visit with Uncle Nicky and Aunt Blair while they were in town from Vegas. I was SO disappointed that I couldn’t join them but hopefully next time I’ll have off. After I got off work, Aunt Amanda and Aunt Kel stopped by to visit us for a while:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">&nbsp;<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpXGP7cHTCo/UubMKUCXMDI/AAAAAAAACXg/29O4cwfuW24/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpXGP7cHTCo/UubMKUCXMDI/AAAAAAAACXg/29O4cwfuW24/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LOVE THEM!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">To say I love these ladies is an understatement. It was so nice to visit with them and we can’t wait to see them again soon in Florida for Aunt Ki Ki’s bachelorette party – WOOT WOOT!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Remember discussing about M’s weird sleep freak outs? After the doctors take on it, we decided that we would try some new things. We read our books about an hour before bed time while we are in the den playing still. If it’s bath night, we follow books by getting in the bath. We are now doing a big boy bath since he can sit up on his own now. He loves this new freedom! He loves playing with all the toys that he can reach and loves getting the entire bathroom wet with splashing. Especially if you lay him down on his back to wash his legs, he gets the biggest kick out of splashing the water with his feet. Please see below:<o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/TNUhs9O8SLc?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>During this time he is usually cackling out loud he thinks splashing is so funny!&nbsp;</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">After bath time, we get dressed and go back to playing for a little while in the floor. When it’s about to be sleep time, we feed him 4 ounces of milk to get him through the night. Then we toss him in the bed with a pacifier and let him sleep. Now, this is where we part from doctor’s orders. Dr. S said that we should take the pacifier away from him at night. On one hand, I get it. However, Mase never uses the pacifier outside of his crib and when he does use it at night, he is usually playing with it. I feel like it’s more of a comfort thing for him. If he wakes up in the middle of the night he usually reaches for it. He doesn’t actually put it in his mouth, he just likes to hold it. So that’s one thing I’m not taking away from him at this point. Also, the bumper. I had serious anxiety about this and it was a HUGE decision that I was not taking lightly. I even asked specifically about the bumper at his appointment and Dr. S said, “The AAP says no bumper. Ever. It increases the risk of SIDS and blah blah blah.” Well the AAP obviously doesn’t have children and are trying to ruin my life with all these rules. Here was my dilemma: Several mornings I have woken up and the monitor has been silent meaning M hadn’t woken up OR he was in trouble. I’ve learned that 90% of the time the silence means he is doing something that he isn’t supposed to. When I go to turn on the monitor, this is what I see: <o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/aYGVB3vbe9M?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>&nbsp;What the french toast, right??&nbsp;</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p>After waking up and realizing that this is NOT how the monitor is supposed to look, I walk in there to find this:</o:p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCpnk924Dp4/UubM2dnkjCI/AAAAAAAACXo/dMoWgXjK_b0/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TCpnk924Dp4/UubM2dnkjCI/AAAAAAAACXo/dMoWgXjK_b0/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, hey mom! What happened??&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSNehTOOsMU/UubM2e0PCkI/AAAAAAAACXs/WVJf76U2n9U/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSNehTOOsMU/UubM2e0PCkI/AAAAAAAACXs/WVJf76U2n9U/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Another reason for the bumper is for injury purposes. Especially now without the sleep sack, Mason is much more active in moving throughout the crib. Having that said, sometimes he will bonk (yes, I said “bonk”) his head on the sides resulting in him getting hurt or waking himself up or he will get his limbs stuck in them. Having a bumper would decrease this. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">These two are legit reasons for bumpers, right? Then why in the world am I worrying so much about said bumper??? I know a lot of people that have used bumper pads from day 1 and their children are fine. My mother used bumper pads on all of us and we are fine (for the most part, but that has nothing to do with said bumpers). After doing a lot of research, Josh and I made a very personal decision in putting the bumper on. Little did we know it was going to take forever!&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Since Mason is sitting up and already trying to pull himself up onto things around the house, we decided that we would go ahead and lower the bed before putting on the bumper. We can't have M falling out of the bed just yet! When we lowered the bed we saw how close it would be for M to get to the outlet. So then we had to move the entire room around. After what took <strike>234798734238947 minutes</strike>&nbsp;forever, we finally got everything moved and got the bumper on the correct way. I will tell you that I was so nervous that I watched the monitor the entire night to make sure M wasn't going to suffocate or anything. Apart from my craziness, M has seemed fine and since then, he has only woken up once! He is now wanting to climb up the bumper all the time. Excuse me sir, no! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">For our newest adventure, we are waiting for M to crawl. He is almost there! Everyone says, “don’t wish that!” But guess what?! I do wish that! I know I’ll regret saying it later but I’m so excited for him to move to the next stage! I’m sure that once he starts crawling it won’t be long until he walks. He’s already starting to get the hang of moving his feet around while standing up! Several times I have not been paying attention and he’s fallen down – whoops! No worries, he’s fine! Here’s his progress so far in attempting to crawl:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/P35Fm12VNlQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">&nbsp;</span>This past weekend we left for Raleigh to celebrate cousin Lilly’s 2<sup>nd</sup> birthday. She was so excited to have her gymnastics themed party! Have I told you how hilar this kid is? There was a minor meltdown in the beginning of the party because the bday girl wanted a cupcake BEFORE playing gymnastics. Who could blame her?? It's her party, Mom, she can have cupcakes before playing if she wants to!!&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vhWSHz867U/UubNXG6rTmI/AAAAAAAACX8/LWuMgKTlHYc/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9vhWSHz867U/UubNXG6rTmI/AAAAAAAACX8/LWuMgKTlHYc/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seriously. How cute is this kid? Even her "cheese" face is cute! Also, the leg warmers were absolutely to die for. She was rocking leg muffin tops because her legs are so chunky. I just wanted to eat her up!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Here are some other randoms over the past few weeks:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/8yh-PgRT8pA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I am allowed a paper ball to be thrown at my child. For some reason he finds it hilarious! Whatever works!&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/ivPT3h7y6xo?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Again with his "bouncy" jumparoo. This kid could spend all day in this thing!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_uqexYBdFE/UubNy_b3zQI/AAAAAAAACYE/Sz05q5f351c/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_uqexYBdFE/UubNy_b3zQI/AAAAAAAACYE/Sz05q5f351c/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ic17C_wGSY/UubNy_t4IVI/AAAAAAAACYI/1ZhTKb2Xs_Y/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Ic17C_wGSY/UubNy_t4IVI/AAAAAAAACYI/1ZhTKb2Xs_Y/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Homeboy loved the wooden spoon and pot. Why did we buy toys again???</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bw8rBRiBj4/UubNy6mctSI/AAAAAAAACYM/bW4ZRz14XsY/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bw8rBRiBj4/UubNy6mctSI/AAAAAAAACYM/bW4ZRz14XsY/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNQueRzB07U/UubNzcijlLI/AAAAAAAACYU/-vNemTYQt8I/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNQueRzB07U/UubNzcijlLI/AAAAAAAACYU/-vNemTYQt8I/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nap time on Mi Mi</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GVs-ZH7ZQo/UubNzvSCrKI/AAAAAAAACYY/ctWYv183H1g/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9GVs-ZH7ZQo/UubNzvSCrKI/AAAAAAAACYY/ctWYv183H1g/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing through the slats</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4KcS0wpbc/UubN4I_ntGI/AAAAAAAACYs/BD0VHm9ByTM/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cr4KcS0wpbc/UubN4I_ntGI/AAAAAAAACYs/BD0VHm9ByTM/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I find it hysterical that he sleeps with his butt up in the air!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4KB04T9oAA/UubN4_pUIjI/AAAAAAAACY8/bnoyyx6DnwE/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4KB04T9oAA/UubN4_pUIjI/AAAAAAAACY8/bnoyyx6DnwE/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JnVXhduKFnU/UubN5CT6RsI/AAAAAAAACZo/0EUwFeXTiww/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JnVXhduKFnU/UubN5CT6RsI/AAAAAAAACZo/0EUwFeXTiww/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing with Paw Paw's hat&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-rpdxZWXg0/UubN5RZ5QHI/AAAAAAAACZQ/se8632yatH8/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-rpdxZWXg0/UubN5RZ5QHI/AAAAAAAACZQ/se8632yatH8/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where is Mason??</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xOYkWNDwg38/UubN5qsv40I/AAAAAAAACZM/fYVmLgxEyok/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xOYkWNDwg38/UubN5qsv40I/AAAAAAAACZM/fYVmLgxEyok/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5vbSp7GxqM/UubN6LzdZtI/AAAAAAAACZY/l3BlKC4uwVE/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5vbSp7GxqM/UubN6LzdZtI/AAAAAAAACZY/l3BlKC4uwVE/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JmniuPcyCU/UubN6RouMdI/AAAAAAAACZg/8LTYlcrVRB8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1JmniuPcyCU/UubN6RouMdI/AAAAAAAACZg/8LTYlcrVRB8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp15cdPpKNw/UubN4VUwkVI/AAAAAAAACY0/EdQxDqBZE7g/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp15cdPpKNw/UubN4VUwkVI/AAAAAAAACY0/EdQxDqBZE7g/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His Daddy loved putting this on his head</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12jG1A19jaM/UubN4bxclBI/AAAAAAAACYw/JxQLXuv_9YI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-12jG1A19jaM/UubN4bxclBI/AAAAAAAACYw/JxQLXuv_9YI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why is my kid always naked??</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">After a long day, I am done here! Let's hope that it won't take another 2 weeks for me to blog! Hope everyone has a great week!&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">KK</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-28485092292354279922014-01-13T18:15:00.001-08:002014-01-13T18:15:19.865-08:006 Month Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had originally planned for an update last week since that was supposed to be his 6 month check up on Tuesday. However, we had a big cold front come through and the doctor's office pipes were frozen. I was kind of aggravated that they didn’t send automated voice messages out because that was a morning where M decided he was not liking his car seat. He was SCREAMING when I put him in and had just fallen asleep when I got him out of the car to walk into the doctor’s office only to find a note on the door saying they would have to reschedule all appointments (SIGH). BUT they rescheduled for today and here are our updates:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">All in all, Dr. S said that M was an extremely healthy baby. He basically said, “He looks great, good luck and see you next time.” It’s always funny how they fly in and out. But I didn’t really have a lot of questions so I’m not sure what else we could have talked about, ha!&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Weight: 18 pounds, 13 ounces – 64%<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Height: 28.5 inches – 94% (top of his class!)<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Head Width: 43 cm – 21% - I asked the doctor what this meant and if I should be concerned. He said that as long as their percentiles continue to increase every time they come in for checkups then it doesn’t matter. He said the numbers don’t really mean anything <s>which is great because I was really concerned he is going to have an abnormally small pea-head like his mother</s>. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Sleep: This is something that we had an in depth conversation with the doctor about. M has never had an issue with the sleep. Around 7:00 pm – 7:30 pm (depending on how tired he is) we usually start our bed time routine of reading 3 books, maybe sing a song or two, then I put on his sleep sack and lay him in bed. He will sleep until 4:30 am – 6:00 am when he will wake up and want to be fed. After he eats, I lay him back in his crib where he will talk (more like blabber) and most often fall back asleep until 7:45 am – 8:00 am. Recently, he has been waking up around 11:30 pm and then again around 2:30 am – 3:30 am wanting to be held. In the past, all we have had to do is put his pacifier back in and he will go back to sleep. But now he is wanting to be picked up and rocked until he goes back to sleep but the second we put him back down he screams. I could pick him back up and rock him again but the same thing happens when we lay him back down and he screams to the point where we have two options: continue to rock him through the night or feed him into a milk coma where he falls back asleep. The weird thing is he doesn’t do this every night and he’s only started doing this in the past month. But if he wakes up at 11:30 pm we can guarantee that he will wake up again at 2:30 am – 3:30 am. Each time we have to feed him for him to go back to sleep. Originally, we thought that maybe he wasn’t getting enough food since we were still only feeding him rice cereal for breakfast and bottles the rest of the day. But we’ve increased his meals to rice/cereal in the morning and then rice/cereal mixed with vegetables for lunch and dinner as well with bottles in between and right before bed. There’s no way the kid is still hungry. Also, like I mentioned before, it’s almost like he just wants to be held because he’ll fall asleep once we pick him up but the second we put him back in the crib he screams and then we have to put him into a milk-coma. Then we thought maybe we had let him out of his swaddle too soon. We didn’t want to put him back in the swaddle because he had gone several nights without a swaddle and did not wake up once. After several sleepless nights we tried putting him back in the swaddle. It worked for a couple of days but then one night it was the same thing.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Even stranger, we went to my sister’s house last weekend where we set up his crib in the laundry room so we could make sure we wouldn’t wake him up when we <s>stumbled </s>made it to bed that night. If there was a time where I thought he would wake up during the middle of the nights, it would be now since he was in a new place but he slept through the entire night both nights. So we thought we were in the clear. Wrong. Last night he woke up again at 11:30 pm and then 2:30 am. Each time I ended up having to feed him because he wouldn’t lay back down unless he was in a coma. And it wasn’t because he was hungry, he just wanted to be held. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I say all this because the Doctor Smolen asked how he was doing sleeping. When I told him about our little sleep problem lately, he asked about his bed time routine. He mentioned that around 6-7 months old, they start going through this clingy stage. It starts with babies being able to recognize who their parents/loved ones are and starting to realize the people they don’t know. When it’s people they don’t know, they will start being extra clingy to you. If they are independent babies, this might happen in the middle of the night especially. Fun fact: humans operate on a sleep pattern (or sleep cycle) where they will wake up 4 hours after first falling asleep, then 2 hours after that, and 2 hours after that. He said most of us just roll over and go back to sleep not even realizing we woke up. He said that sometimes babies can roll back over and go to sleep after that first sleep cycle. They can also wake up, play a little bit, then go back to sleep. However, in this stage it is very common for them to wake up and want to be held. Because of this, we needed to change our "routine" (I forget why, specifically). He said that based off of our routines that Mason was associating books and rocking with bed time – which is natural. He also said that since he seems to be a very active baby (he can sit up for an extremely long time and can already stand) that we need to cut out the bed time books and rocking. Instead, after bath time we need to play with him right before bed time. We also need to lose the sleep sack. Dr. S seems to think that when Mason wakes up in the middle of the night if he isn’t restricted he can move around freely and eventually fall back asleep. I can agree to this part because he LOVES moving around all the time. And last, we lose the pacifier which I am completely okay with. M usually doesn’t even need it, he just enjoys playing with it. But Dr. S said that because M was past the age of breathing issues (that’s why they encourage pacifiers) that he does not need it anymore. Dr. S does NOT want us to feed M if he wakes up during these sleep cycles because he doesn’t want to confuse M into thinking that we get fed in the middle of the night – which I agree 100%. He said that M will probably still wake up at 4:00 am – 6:00 am feedings which is normal. At this age, babies are mentally tired since they aren’t as physically active so it’s normal that they don’t sleep through the entire night. Once they become more mobile (crawling, walking) is when we can expect him to sleep later in the mornings. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Recap: no books/nighttime rocking, no pacifier, no sleep sack, no midnight feedings; instead, we let him play before bedtime and try not to go in the room after that <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I’m a little skeptical on cutting the nighttime routine but I am also well aware that I am not a doctor. I will definitely give it a try in hopes for longer sleep time! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Feeding: We have a bottle (7 ounces of formula) at his 4:00 am – 6:00 am feeding; rice cereal for breakfast around 8:00 am; bottle around 11:00 am; lunch that consists of rice cereal mixed with vegetables; afternoon snack mostly of graham crackers and these organic crackers Joshy picked up; afternoon bottle (7 ounces); dinner consisting of rice cereal with vegetables; and a bed time bottle that is usually only 4 ounces. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Let me tell you, home boy can eat! When we first started working in vegetables, the small can was not big enough and it was way runny. Mason eats an entire bowl of this stuff so we had to mix in the rice cereal or else he was not going to be full. We are very glad to be moving away from the formula as it is EXTREMELY expensive! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So far our vegetables we have tried out are peas and carrots. This week we are going to start working in sweet potatoes too! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Firsts this month: trying carrots and peas; sitting up for long periods of time; pulling the camera monitor off the wall (which he has continued to do two more times); taking a big boy bath and not in his baby bath anymore; being able to stand by himself if he’s holding on to something; having hard poops (thank the Lord!! We haven’t had any more blow outs yet since they are hard – weird, right??); and we have our first tooth!! It’s on the bottom left. I can’t get a picture of it because he won’t let me, but it’s there! And it hurts!! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Developments: This is really similar to the “firsts” but here are some more. He sits up for long periods of time in the floor playing with toys. He is starting to grab a lot of things now. His grasp is a lot better. He still grabs a lot of things with his left hand so there’s still hope for a lefty! Fingers crossed, Joshy!! Also, M has found his ears. He likes flapping them and touching them. At first we thought he might have an ear infection but he was just playing with them. He has found his feet too but he doesn’t really care about those. M is VERY vocal. He loves to squawk and talk to you. Like I have mentioned up top, Mason has started to recognize his loved ones and know strangers. Hello “stranger danger!!” He hasn’t started crawling yet but he is also very tall for his age. Therefore, it will take him longer to haul his big self around. Just because he can’t crawl does not mean that he’s not mobile. He can manage to slither himself across the floor and his crib. I know that once he starts moving he is not going to stop! He can stand up if he is holding onto our hands or if he is holding onto something. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Likes: baths; bottles; carrots; every time an animal gets near him he squeals and cackles; Ms. Dawn gave him celery last week and he loves it; eating; jumping in his jumper; Lilly; grandparents; Daddy, I swear his face lights up every time he sees Joshy; Mommy – she is very funny to him; reading books; watching football; Lilly’s trampoline; standing up; rolling around in his walker; funny faces; he is really just a happy kid.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Dislikes: being hungry; getting shots; Not much here. Like I said before, he is really just a happy baby – we’re so fortunate!! <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">What I’m thankful for: Mason. I know this is a given but today he just made my day. I was still not a happy camper when I woke up this morning. I will admit, when I saw that Mason was up at 5:45 am, I was not excited because I was wondering if he would be in a good or bad mood. When I went into his room a little while later, he gave me his "Mommy smile." You know the one I'm talking about. The one he saves just for you. My kid smiles a lot but there is something about his smile that he saves just for me. Your entire world just gets brighter. With this smile, all of your problems just fall away and nothing else matters. It's just you and your little guy. He is constantly reminding me what's important in life. That I am important. If to no one else, to my little man. I am needed. To slow down. To put my phone away. To let things go. He is my everything and I cannot begin to tell you how complete my life is now that he's here! We love you so much Mase!!!!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">What I’m looking forward to: Him to start crawling. I can't wait - but then again I can. Time is just going by wayy too fast and I need for it to slow down, now!&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Next Appointment: 9 months, April 7th @ 4:15 pm with Dr. S<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">How Mommy’s Doing: I'm doing a lot better. This weekend Joshy is going to meet our friends Nick &amp; Blaire who are coming in from Vegas. I'm so disappointed I can't go but I must work that morning = boo! The following weekend we are going to Lilly's 2nd birthday party which is a gymnastics theme. She is SO excited and so cute when she talks about it. I am looking forward to the following weeks where I can just hang out at home.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Here are a couple of pics from our trip to Raleigh last weekend along with some other randoms:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JmN4fmPqKHo/UtSbBO-5jZI/AAAAAAAACU4/TNYGLeZJ8dM/s1600/P1000821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JmN4fmPqKHo/UtSbBO-5jZI/AAAAAAAACU4/TNYGLeZJ8dM/s1600/P1000821.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating Charlie Brown</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSrjLOI_QKg/UtSbC8x628I/AAAAAAAACVA/umOW1yRYkhE/s1600/P1000823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSrjLOI_QKg/UtSbC8x628I/AAAAAAAACVA/umOW1yRYkhE/s1600/P1000823.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkTNeEQY3bc/UtSbC-XPuPI/AAAAAAAACVE/VS-zvxsYxdY/s1600/P1000826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkTNeEQY3bc/UtSbC-XPuPI/AAAAAAAACVE/VS-zvxsYxdY/s1600/P1000826.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6fkjOAW8nY/UtSbMP0tbZI/AAAAAAAACVQ/7uI5zMskEzU/s1600/P1000828.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b6fkjOAW8nY/UtSbMP0tbZI/AAAAAAAACVQ/7uI5zMskEzU/s1600/P1000828.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--hGUmQDKUfE/UtSbxYL8SBI/AAAAAAAACVg/Y0Oi8IfgmAk/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--hGUmQDKUfE/UtSbxYL8SBI/AAAAAAAACVg/Y0Oi8IfgmAk/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sepd6hJ3nSg/UtSbxVKuHGI/AAAAAAAACVY/24SOd0bsX4g/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sepd6hJ3nSg/UtSbxVKuHGI/AAAAAAAACVY/24SOd0bsX4g/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I may or may not agree with Joshy... We got all these toys and the kid is content with playing with a bed sheet for 20 minutes&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7bx3BR8dBA/UtSbyXKXPJI/AAAAAAAACVs/GZKVraHRxQY/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7bx3BR8dBA/UtSbyXKXPJI/AAAAAAAACVs/GZKVraHRxQY/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure why I have a pic of L squatting. I think she was pooping??&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEMkp0alqQY/UtSbzOrK8tI/AAAAAAAACV8/Aj5XfI0j3AM/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OEMkp0alqQY/UtSbzOrK8tI/AAAAAAAACV8/Aj5XfI0j3AM/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kisses from Daddy</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQJBJow1QtU/UtSbzaxZYWI/AAAAAAAACWE/HrRAkqiZAgM/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQJBJow1QtU/UtSbzaxZYWI/AAAAAAAACWE/HrRAkqiZAgM/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging out with Uncle Danny</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jL1KOf2RB4/UtSbzn8gSHI/AAAAAAAACWM/CyQa7UG46GM/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1jL1KOf2RB4/UtSbzn8gSHI/AAAAAAAACWM/CyQa7UG46GM/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnEO7HOj5mA/UtSb0FOWLSI/AAAAAAAACWw/FY2gjmX_Dwo/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnEO7HOj5mA/UtSb0FOWLSI/AAAAAAAACWw/FY2gjmX_Dwo/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Do I have something on my face??"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgvAUkwCUok/UtSb0gUFn9I/AAAAAAAACWc/OXeF4HrQ5LY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgvAUkwCUok/UtSb0gUFn9I/AAAAAAAACWc/OXeF4HrQ5LY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunday before we left Megan came over with Kinsley to have a mini playdate!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KNuEkNwlHw/UtSb1NCaCyI/AAAAAAAACWk/c9H2izkT09M/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KNuEkNwlHw/UtSb1NCaCyI/AAAAAAAACWk/c9H2izkT09M/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go Panthers!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0FnC1koLl1k/UtSb1aG-4nI/AAAAAAAACWs/i52PpCWZWo8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0FnC1koLl1k/UtSb1aG-4nI/AAAAAAAACWs/i52PpCWZWo8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWYJCR8Ig0g/UtSbxSqYVLI/AAAAAAAACVc/TzodT3j4Ezw/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWYJCR8Ig0g/UtSbxSqYVLI/AAAAAAAACVc/TzodT3j4Ezw/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DSTyFxUKWA/UtSb0Y0cqqI/AAAAAAAACWU/rGfD6zJpgvI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DSTyFxUKWA/UtSb0Y0cqqI/AAAAAAAACWU/rGfD6zJpgvI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpQsuakB2PQ/UtSbyIoV__I/AAAAAAAACV0/kQ2oquf9hmA/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpQsuakB2PQ/UtSbyIoV__I/AAAAAAAACV0/kQ2oquf9hmA/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Daddy passed out with his shoes on"</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/c9BMqMO7ywg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>I'm not sure why but he LOVES Lilly's trampoline</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/8JAlsW8wnFQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>Eating with Ms. Dawn (I'm still not sure how to turn it)</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/56ZXmApyNzM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>And finally, Layla was trying to get her toy and did NOT want to get it as it was near Mason. She was NOT amused by this. However, Mase was!!</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Well friends, it is time. I am getting out of here. Things have been crazy busy and I really need to clean. Which really means I am probably going to bed. I hope everyone has a great week!&nbsp;</div><br />Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-25093767088946579202014-01-02T22:57:00.000-08:002014-01-03T11:49:34.540-08:00Belk Bowl & Eaker Family ChristmasWe found out Friday night that a close friend of ours had gotten two tickets to the Belk Bowl and immediately thought of Joshy since he was such a big Carolina fan. It was so thoughtful and Joshy was SOO excited!! Did I get to go? NO! Instead, he took his brother. Which makes sense because I do not even like Carolina. Blake Shelton was going to be playing at Fan Fest, so Syd, Mase and I decided to tag along to watch. Saturday morning we rode the train downtown. It was PACKED from Mase always loves the train! It was also super fun trying to get off a train stop with a stroller - not. Here are some pics from that:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FY_GbMhxW60/UscGNfm_H-I/AAAAAAAACOU/JcgiJdoiA38/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FY_GbMhxW60/UscGNfm_H-I/AAAAAAAACOU/JcgiJdoiA38/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">A Chapel Hill sandwich. Poor Syd.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gz3T1yNMOs/UscGU650eKI/AAAAAAAACOc/JFOo-ja2nGU/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5gz3T1yNMOs/UscGU650eKI/AAAAAAAACOc/JFOo-ja2nGU/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">Although I do NOT agree with the attire, this is a great pic of the boys.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>The boys had the BEST time and thought Carrie and her husband were hysterical! Thank you Mrs. Pat and Paul for thinking of them! <br /><br />At this point, we had not done Christmas with my immediate family. Danny and Sarah do Christmas with us every other year. This year it was their turn to do Christmas with the Baums so they were coming in Saturday afternoon and we were going to do our family Christmas that night. Syd, Mase and I left the boys at Fan Fest because I had a couple more errands to run. We finished running around at 5:30 pm so we stopped back by my house to pack some clothes. Since Danny and Sarah were in, we wanted to spend time with them and due to M going to bed at 7:00 pm we decided to stay over at my parents. That way we could get a good nights sleep because Mason had a big day the next morning. He was going to get baptized!<br /><br />Here are some pics we got while waiting on Joshy and Tracy to get home:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_chgAwUSHfI/UscJke7dtiI/AAAAAAAACOw/XdLBZuxjtK0/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_chgAwUSHfI/UscJke7dtiI/AAAAAAAACOw/XdLBZuxjtK0/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lilly wearing her beautiful jewelry and tu tu she got for Christmas</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svlgs-aHMdQ/UscJkUkU_LI/AAAAAAAACOo/5-fzbTVQcFY/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-svlgs-aHMdQ/UscJkUkU_LI/AAAAAAAACOo/5-fzbTVQcFY/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cuddles with Mi Mi</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ9nGNpk3sw/UscJkk-7FjI/AAAAAAAACOs/L5guWXUH9zA/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ9nGNpk3sw/UscJkk-7FjI/AAAAAAAACOs/L5guWXUH9zA/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L also got a trampoline and Mase LOVED this thing! Especially when Uncle Danny would bounce him</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLpD3TeSyrM/UscJlTCSeKI/AAAAAAAACPA/cKxbQ-_A9Po/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLpD3TeSyrM/UscJlTCSeKI/AAAAAAAACPA/cKxbQ-_A9Po/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7ArLzoG-xg/UscJl28XyPI/AAAAAAAACPE/h3zBdiFqqLs/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h7ArLzoG-xg/UscJl28XyPI/AAAAAAAACPE/h3zBdiFqqLs/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Joshy and Tracy didn't get home until around 8:00 pm so we decided that we would do the adult presents that night.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8NDkyyz-uI/UscLeseHyTI/AAAAAAAACPU/oJUtfZ79l-w/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8NDkyyz-uI/UscLeseHyTI/AAAAAAAACPU/oJUtfZ79l-w/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys got some sweet fishing trousers (or whatever they're called). My sister was not amused! ha!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVGy6dij030/UscLetjoloI/AAAAAAAACPY/JMORaRqU50M/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVGy6dij030/UscLetjoloI/AAAAAAAACPY/JMORaRqU50M/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Josh, Danny, Daddy and Syd got signed Luke Keuchly jerseys. Danny felt Luke's power and was tackling Joshy every chance he got yelling, "LUUUUUKE"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOehvYCK3ck/UscLglRCnhI/AAAAAAAACPk/BSaN3l2uuzI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UOehvYCK3ck/UscLglRCnhI/AAAAAAAACPk/BSaN3l2uuzI/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the best present in my opinion. I got Danny three growlers from the NoDa brewery.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ8-E8ma2fk/UscQvoSbHGI/AAAAAAAACR0/8bCT4n-bHsE/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ8-E8ma2fk/UscQvoSbHGI/AAAAAAAACR0/8bCT4n-bHsE/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new bag!! Thanks so much to Mommy!! It is the best!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br />We woke up early the next morning to get ready for Mason's baptism. I forgot to charge my camera and it decided to die as soon as we turned it on in church. Luckily, my sister took pics from her camera so I will post on that later!<br /><br />After church, we went to brunch with the entire family then relaxed at the house watching the Panthers game. Here are some pics of the rest of our day:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJuOvktKavI/UscM6Lc_i-I/AAAAAAAACQI/i0LGMUV12UQ/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJuOvktKavI/UscM6Lc_i-I/AAAAAAAACQI/i0LGMUV12UQ/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlLZi08lY0Y/UscM6ervl-I/AAAAAAAACP0/J8a_FcT2WXk/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlLZi08lY0Y/UscM6ervl-I/AAAAAAAACP0/J8a_FcT2WXk/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMNSPK1dn9g/UscM7P9e44I/AAAAAAAACQA/AzFgbTOwQqI/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMNSPK1dn9g/UscM7P9e44I/AAAAAAAACQA/AzFgbTOwQqI/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq1YxTJ51xs/UscNBOz6bmI/AAAAAAAACQ8/SsrokLRCzIo/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qq1YxTJ51xs/UscNBOz6bmI/AAAAAAAACQ8/SsrokLRCzIo/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9C3AYHBHMg/UscNBYd4yYI/AAAAAAAACQ0/q60Grzw32hc/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9C3AYHBHMg/UscNBYd4yYI/AAAAAAAACQ0/q60Grzw32hc/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BisO5WdBS84/UscNABLCRPI/AAAAAAAACQY/VqSEaG9dJgk/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BisO5WdBS84/UscNABLCRPI/AAAAAAAACQY/VqSEaG9dJgk/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBANSiQsbNI/UscNAGmi1aI/AAAAAAAACQg/eEG7pCuQH7o/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qBANSiQsbNI/UscNAGmi1aI/AAAAAAAACQg/eEG7pCuQH7o/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKkglOZjXWM/UscNAPJD6KI/AAAAAAAACQc/-jiaM91Lzvw/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKkglOZjXWM/UscNAPJD6KI/AAAAAAAACQc/-jiaM91Lzvw/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M86rWadN6vA/UscNA3UV_aI/AAAAAAAACQs/sp2J8kwatH4/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M86rWadN6vA/UscNA3UV_aI/AAAAAAAACQs/sp2J8kwatH4/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><br />We ended up staying over there for the next several night so we could spend lots of time with Danny and Sarah. It worked out well because Syd was keeping Mase while Ms. Dawn was out of town. It was also very convenient since my work is only 1 mile away from my parents!<br /><br />Tuesday morning, the Baums loaded up to head back to Raleigh while my parents went to spend the rest of the week and weekend at the cabin outside of Boone. Well, that was New Years Eve and I had off the next day. My youngest sister talked Tracy, Erica and I into going out downtown for New Years Eve. Joshy had to work so he was going to stay home with Mase. I reminded her that I was old but I would try to hang with the young peeps! What we later found out was that most places downtown required tickets that cost like $85 to get in. Once the tickets were purchased it was open bar but it was kind of pointless for Syd and her friends to purchase them since they weren't 21 yet. Instead, we went to dinner with them then they were nice enough to drop us off at a bar in South End. Here are some pics:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jH-G4_NbSTs/UscQFv4kjTI/AAAAAAAACRM/biCbc-daeXM/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jH-G4_NbSTs/UscQFv4kjTI/AAAAAAAACRM/biCbc-daeXM/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxx-rYh3Uzs/UscQGCkmG2I/AAAAAAAACRU/khhCR2LnXOI/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lxx-rYh3Uzs/UscQGCkmG2I/AAAAAAAACRU/khhCR2LnXOI/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LVEylnkjao/UscQGBuRthI/AAAAAAAACRQ/7ODXohtliRw/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LVEylnkjao/UscQGBuRthI/AAAAAAAACRQ/7ODXohtliRw/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zF2EoW0o8Y/UscQG8zE4ZI/AAAAAAAACRY/faThJ3I4JWY/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8zF2EoW0o8Y/UscQG8zE4ZI/AAAAAAAACRY/faThJ3I4JWY/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QANHBawzPb8/UscQHNYpVeI/AAAAAAAACRo/g2gDcdiVdTI/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QANHBawzPb8/UscQHNYpVeI/AAAAAAAACRo/g2gDcdiVdTI/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />&nbsp;I have realized several things. 1) I am NOT 22 anymore. 2) My hangovers last more than 2 days now. 3) Dealing with a child the next day is not fun - especially when they're teething. 4) I will think extremely hard before ever doing something like that again!! But we did have a blast!!<br /><br />Fast forward to tonight where we hit another milestone. Since M has been doing so great with his cereal, we are starting to work in some vegetables this. So tonight, we tried peas for the first time. Here's what he thought:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/sfYFdHv62MQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1isxQ632A0/UscRw-UT9jI/AAAAAAAACTc/VCTiE14yHCU/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P1isxQ632A0/UscRw-UT9jI/AAAAAAAACTc/VCTiE14yHCU/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b3NaXbrKkQ/UscRxXUitvI/AAAAAAAACT4/v1rIQ61VXJM/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b3NaXbrKkQ/UscRxXUitvI/AAAAAAAACT4/v1rIQ61VXJM/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'm not sure I like this stuff, Mom"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvMNCcBqmuk/UscRx6Tf8KI/AAAAAAAACT0/4N8_lKeUz4w/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvMNCcBqmuk/UscRx6Tf8KI/AAAAAAAACT0/4N8_lKeUz4w/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKHzEWnAZIM/UscRwqD6z4I/AAAAAAAACTg/DHDKO5i5waY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fKHzEWnAZIM/UscRwqD6z4I/AAAAAAAACTg/DHDKO5i5waY/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxVlRSm3eK0/UscRwkbNvDI/AAAAAAAACTk/-YrD26ObZOk/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxVlRSm3eK0/UscRwkbNvDI/AAAAAAAACTk/-YrD26ObZOk/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><br />I shall leave you with some pics of randoms that has happened the last couple of weeks:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4gKwtrnPuI/UscQ8FlR1gI/AAAAAAAACSE/vQcIaqfhEa8/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4gKwtrnPuI/UscQ8FlR1gI/AAAAAAAACSE/vQcIaqfhEa8/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YemlGogOqY/UscQ8N_0P5I/AAAAAAAACSA/7wwKZ5HmMuA/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4YemlGogOqY/UscQ8N_0P5I/AAAAAAAACSA/7wwKZ5HmMuA/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kHkcz-YgBc/UscQ9JYeW5I/AAAAAAAACSU/rE93hUoomlU/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kHkcz-YgBc/UscQ9JYeW5I/AAAAAAAACSU/rE93hUoomlU/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="281" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas form Mommy, Daddy and Sydney!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAPpdjCUYZc/UscRBBlkJHI/AAAAAAAACSc/ejtdqoM49ZE/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sAPpdjCUYZc/UscRBBlkJHI/AAAAAAAACSc/ejtdqoM49ZE/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For some reason, he's started sleeping like this and it is hilarious!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IrKtfgj6Qc/UscRPEYvs9I/AAAAAAAACSk/16hNqXc3_fY/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IrKtfgj6Qc/UscRPEYvs9I/AAAAAAAACSk/16hNqXc3_fY/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tea party with Lilly. I have a feeling it's only going to get worse from there, M.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-1i-HjU7Xs/UscRPOEasvI/AAAAAAAACSo/3ftJO40vh68/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T-1i-HjU7Xs/UscRPOEasvI/AAAAAAAACSo/3ftJO40vh68/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing with toys!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIRfW_-ebA/UscRPEgJnJI/AAAAAAAACSs/NEbjdFfkB-g/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FeIRfW_-ebA/UscRPEgJnJI/AAAAAAAACSs/NEbjdFfkB-g/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmkJXSLaKwk/UscRPgQzy9I/AAAAAAAACS4/atHmzoyL77w/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmkJXSLaKwk/UscRPgQzy9I/AAAAAAAACS4/atHmzoyL77w/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fun times with Jenna yesterday</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rWiNwlZSrnc/UscRQJeNHjI/AAAAAAAACTA/oA1ilBUWRsM/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rWiNwlZSrnc/UscRQJeNHjI/AAAAAAAACTA/oA1ilBUWRsM/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loving wearing Jenna's headband</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEa2qMI8VFg/UscRQQlDpOI/AAAAAAAACTE/mxJu0aTq4u8/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KEa2qMI8VFg/UscRQQlDpOI/AAAAAAAACTE/mxJu0aTq4u8/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqoPBw0KCyE/UscRQuHameI/AAAAAAAACTU/3YWIYRZMcXM/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqoPBw0KCyE/UscRQuHameI/AAAAAAAACTU/3YWIYRZMcXM/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pics with his favorite person, Jenna.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/NxC0I1O87bU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ks7bnxlwWY/UscScpn8sDI/AAAAAAAACUE/qh-BhUEU5rg/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ks7bnxlwWY/UscScpn8sDI/AAAAAAAACUE/qh-BhUEU5rg/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE CHEEKS!!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>Alright friends, it has been fun. But I'm tired! We have been so blessed in 2013, we cannot wait to see what 2014 has in store! Cheers to all of you!Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-61211208307854040312014-01-02T21:54:00.000-08:002014-01-03T11:51:40.747-08:00My First ChristmasAfter we arrived at home from Hickory, we busted butt getting the car and bags unpacked while straightening up the house before things got crazier! When things were unpacked, we started getting ready for the Christmas Eve service that night. Here we are about to leave:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFz96X26EoI/Usb5G_O5fgI/AAAAAAAACKU/eRuIt7fU9lQ/s1600/P1000780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFz96X26EoI/Usb5G_O5fgI/AAAAAAAACKU/eRuIt7fU9lQ/s1600/P1000780.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks Uncle Tracy for the family pics!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFbcFV8oRA0/Usb5Ie-OqFI/AAAAAAAACKY/8VxvpJrXoDk/s1600/P1000781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFbcFV8oRA0/Usb5Ie-OqFI/AAAAAAAACKY/8VxvpJrXoDk/s1600/P1000781.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdNuG6T5EMg/Usb4ztLbA5I/AAAAAAAACKM/jI3MnqLRfz8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XdNuG6T5EMg/Usb4ztLbA5I/AAAAAAAACKM/jI3MnqLRfz8/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtZt4uoGgsg/Usb4xffqtRI/AAAAAAAACKE/YtZsxzouj2c/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtZt4uoGgsg/Usb4xffqtRI/AAAAAAAACKE/YtZsxzouj2c/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />M usually goes to bed around 7:00 pm and we knew we wanted to stop by my Uncles to see the Eakers before M went to bed so we decided to go to the 5:00 pm church service. Ever since I was born, we had never been to any other service but the 7:00, so this was new to me! BUT I will say that I am a huge fan because this was more kid-oriented and so cute. M also got to see Ms. Dawn for the last time until after the New Years. Ms. Dawn went on a cruise - lucky lady!! We lucked out, because he also got to see Alexis and Ms. Jenna (his favorite) at church too! M is usually so good during the church services but I was extra nervous about this one. We had been worrying that he was cutting teeth because he's usually a great baby but lately he has been really cranky along with drooling a lot more. Halfway through the service Daddy had to take him to the car. We knew he was hungry but the strangest thing has been happening lately. If he's hungry and he has shoes on, there is no feeding him. He will eat for a minute and then scream. I know what you're thinking, get him some bigger shoes lady! But it's not the size of the shoes. He still has some room left in them. And he doesn't do this all the time. It's only some of the time. The second you take his shoes off, he's fine and he'll calm down. It's so weird!! If there's one thing I can say about my son, it's that he knows what he wants!<br /><br />After the service, we went over to my Uncles house to visit with everyone before they went to the 7:00 service. Special congrats to my cousin Christie!! She is pregnant and we could not be happier for them!! We can't wait to meet little Baby S!!! I'm so bad, I forgot to take pics. But she's the cutest preggars lady!!<br /><br />Around 7:00 pm, we decided it was time to get M ready for bed.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRzOPpYyjvw/Usb9pbmluDI/AAAAAAAACLE/muz7RvNgeVs/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRzOPpYyjvw/Usb9pbmluDI/AAAAAAAACLE/muz7RvNgeVs/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2I9SbS0PcM/Usb9pZB2ZFI/AAAAAAAACLI/ko3Y9Gd3Fes/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S2I9SbS0PcM/Usb9pZB2ZFI/AAAAAAAACLI/ko3Y9Gd3Fes/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I LOVE THE CHRISTMAS JAMMIES!!! Thanks, Aunt Sarah!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />We HAD to read his favorite book that Ms. Dawn recorded for him. Seriously, I cried the first time we read this. It was SO thoughtful and we can't wait for M to read it in the future. Here's us during storytime:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKcFain9TIA/Usb8aMyPvSI/AAAAAAAACK4/T-jfwstkXX0/s1600/P1000681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKcFain9TIA/Usb8aMyPvSI/AAAAAAAACK4/T-jfwstkXX0/s1600/P1000681.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had to ducktape a cardboard piece over the record button because I was SO afraid that someone would accidentally record over Ms. Dawn&nbsp;<strike>and then I would have to punch them in the throat</strike></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNOVlb1nOPY/Usb8R3RqNFI/AAAAAAAACKo/WcdX-E6WdoY/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNOVlb1nOPY/Usb8R3RqNFI/AAAAAAAACKo/WcdX-E6WdoY/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No eating Charlie Brown, Mase!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg1st_cygIs/Usb8RyQz6OI/AAAAAAAACKs/ri-ZIKwBzb8/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cg1st_cygIs/Usb8RyQz6OI/AAAAAAAACKs/ri-ZIKwBzb8/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />I was so excited about Christmas morning I couldn't sleep! So Syd came over and we all played Spades - which Syd pointed out was the old-person thing to do. Rude, Syd!! Once you have kids, going out is hard so cards are the next best bonding thing. Plus, I LOVE cards!!<br /><br />I was literally staring at the monitor at 7:00 am the next morning willing Mason to wake up. The one day I wake up before him on my own the kid sleeps until 8:00!! FINALLY, he wakes up. Remember those super cute jammies I let him sleep in??? Yeah, he peed all over them. I swear he's trying to ruin my life!!! I JUST WANTED CHRISTMAS JAMMIE PICTURES!!! UGH! Maybe next year!<br /><br />Once we woke up and changed our clothes it was present time! Mr. Claus tends to be cheap and gave me a budget = RUDE. I may have gone over my budget with presents. Even though he kept telling me that Mase would not remember any of this and "things are tight, let's just give him a few presents. It's not like he can play with them." NO, SIR!! Here I am, "he will remember! He'll look back on pictures and know that we jipped him. Plus, I always had a big Christmas and I want him to have the same. He HAS to open presents." I will say that Mrs. Claus hooked him up!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MvdTS4dvWc/Usb_wMqSJaI/AAAAAAAACLY/1AQ-0pcOjrk/s1600/P1000785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MvdTS4dvWc/Usb_wMqSJaI/AAAAAAAACLY/1AQ-0pcOjrk/s1600/P1000785.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPrIU8giK7E/Usb_yk5ibfI/AAAAAAAACLk/oaMTakjhOH4/s1600/P1000786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPrIU8giK7E/Usb_yk5ibfI/AAAAAAAACLk/oaMTakjhOH4/s1600/P1000786.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fRVIJ8dhicQ/UscAWEYwq7I/AAAAAAAACLw/j8rUkwQ2SbU/s1600/P1000788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fRVIJ8dhicQ/UscAWEYwq7I/AAAAAAAACLw/j8rUkwQ2SbU/s1600/P1000788.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kid loves this book! Thanks Ms. Dawn!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmkkFBAIBDM/UscAZrdWaWI/AAAAAAAACL4/HWOYfbtLnOc/s1600/P1000789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmkkFBAIBDM/UscAZrdWaWI/AAAAAAAACL4/HWOYfbtLnOc/s1600/P1000789.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_8G3Q_x2Ws/UscAZZD4yVI/AAAAAAAACL8/etNWrer2WQ8/s1600/P1000792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_8G3Q_x2Ws/UscAZZD4yVI/AAAAAAAACL8/etNWrer2WQ8/s1600/P1000792.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4iqfsOg9GsI/UscA9ETcLbI/AAAAAAAACMI/u4A-KDI2tkQ/s1600/P1000794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QQ9g5wHMjQ/UscDfAkDPaI/AAAAAAAACNs/Mf1X08JWW-A/s1600/P1000809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_QQ9g5wHMjQ/UscDfAkDPaI/AAAAAAAACNs/Mf1X08JWW-A/s1600/P1000809.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please excuse make-up-less Mommy!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEJuvGGA9YQ/UscDd_37MMI/AAAAAAAACNo/lSEjAzfNT0g/s1600/P1000811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEJuvGGA9YQ/UscDd_37MMI/AAAAAAAACNo/lSEjAzfNT0g/s1600/P1000811.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMe6GKH6d7Y/UscDjZFxeaI/AAAAAAAACN4/LE7aWmT8HKs/s1600/P1000813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMe6GKH6d7Y/UscDjZFxeaI/AAAAAAAACN4/LE7aWmT8HKs/s1600/P1000813.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdzzFCPYUms/UscD929h2PI/AAAAAAAACN8/LLvmmKP0Hjs/s1600/P1000814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pdzzFCPYUms/UscD929h2PI/AAAAAAAACN8/LLvmmKP0Hjs/s1600/P1000814.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hR1DW5RK8YY/UscD-uB_DPI/AAAAAAAACOA/vL2je8Kezp8/s1600/P1000815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hR1DW5RK8YY/UscD-uB_DPI/AAAAAAAACOA/vL2je8Kezp8/s1600/P1000815.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br />So, I have a confession but if any of you tell Joshy I will deny it. I may have gone overboard. The best thing that he liked was the tissue and wrapping paper. BUT I got tons of great pics ;-) And I can even re-wrap some presents for his bday! Ha!<br /><br />After presents, we went over to Mi Mi's for our annual Christmas Morning breakfast. Pop Pops &amp; Grandma Debbie also came down to hang out with us and see the great presents.<br /><br />All in all, it was a GREAT Christmas day! We are so very blessed and grateful for everything that we got! Now, let's head to the Eaker Christmas!Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-33258144322904269762014-01-02T19:25:00.000-08:002014-01-03T11:51:49.525-08:00A Keller ChristmasOkay, so I'm terrible at updating these things. Since I take 74839579347 pictures, I decided I'm breaking down the past 2 weeks in several blog posts. These are going to be REALLY long. Sorry 'bout it! We have had many things happen since the last blog post, beginning with the swaddle. If you remember, after an internal debate, we decided to swaddle M around 2 months and have been ever since. We have been thinking M was getting over the swaddling thing so we decided to give the sleep sack a try. Since it was Friday and I didn't have to work the next day, we decided to try it. If you don't know what this is, it's basically a big gown that is closed on the bottom and it has a zipper to close them up in. Their arms are free but their legs are in the gown thing. We had been putting this off because I've read that some babies have a really hard time with this transition. However, when he naps during the day at home and with Ms. Dawn, he never uses a swaddle and does just fine. The first night we tried this, we were watching M on the monitor and he looked very confused.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6ue0Qtw_jA/UsbXts5jzuI/AAAAAAAACCg/66maXm-63ic/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N6ue0Qtw_jA/UsbXts5jzuI/AAAAAAAACCg/66maXm-63ic/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X2YNq65DwM/UsbXt1k-jxI/AAAAAAAACCc/3Alnp2f09r0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X2YNq65DwM/UsbXt1k-jxI/AAAAAAAACCc/3Alnp2f09r0/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br />He didn't hate it at all! He REALLY likes his freedom! He kept playing with his feet inside the gown. I swear he was thinking, "I think I feel my feet but I can't see them!!" He was cackling up a storm. Then it got really quiet and we saw this:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB9gTNNVSR4/UsbYfMetD9I/AAAAAAAACC0/8q5ZINru0FQ/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vB9gTNNVSR4/UsbYfMetD9I/AAAAAAAACC0/8q5ZINru0FQ/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He gone.</td></tr></tbody></table>I ended up worrying over nothing <strike>as usual</strike>&nbsp;because he did great that night! Saturday morning, he woke up around the same time that Joshy was going to work so I fed him and he played in bed for a while until he fell back asleep. At around 8:45 am, I heard him playing a little bit. I usually let him stay in bed for some time to allow him to wake himself up <strike>and to see if there's any way he'll fall back asleep</strike>. All of a sudden I heard this loud "clack clack boom" coming from his room. Then there was silence. He wasn't crying so I looked over at the monitor and what do I see? An eyeball. WHAT??? I'm pretty confused at this point so I decided to make the small trip to his room to check on him. Home boy had reached through his crib slats and pulled the monitor cord enough to where the camera fell off of the wall and landed right next to his face with the camera pointed directly at his eye. As it had fallen off the wall, I'm pretty sure that it hit M in the face because his cheek was slightly red but he wasn't crying so I didn't worry about it. But seriously, only my kid. (Sigh)<br /><br />We spent most of Saturday hanging out and cleaning while waiting for Daddy to get off work. We were wayy excited because later that night I was going to be picking up Uncle Tracy from the airport. Our gift to the Keller grandparents and grandchildren was flying Tracy home from <strike>Never Never Land</strike>&nbsp;Washington. Joshy had to work the next morning so I picked Tracy up from the airport around 11:30 pm that night.<br /><br />Sunday, while we were waiting for Joshy to get off work, we decided to run some last minute errands. I bring this up because for once, someone can vouch for me about M's blowouts. Literally, this kid waits until we are about to walk into a store to crap himself. Our first stop was at Buy Buy Baby to get some teething tablets. As we're pulling in the parking lot, I hear lots of grunts coming from the back seat (sigh). This is nothing new, so we head back to the changing area. I see the poop already seeping through M's clothes so I call in Uncle Tracy as back up. Needless to say there was another redneck bath going on. Poop was everywhere. I'm not even embarrassed anymore <strike>especially since he has pooped in fancier places</strike>! Luckily, we were at Buy Buy Baby and the people there understand so when I asked for a trash bag from the lady she laughed and said they get it all the time. Whew!<br /><br />Joshy gets off of work at 1:00 pm and wanted us to have the car packed and ready to go when he got home. Most of you know, if it was a life or death scenario where I had to be on time for something... I probably wouldn't make it! So around 12:45 pm we told Joshy not to be mad that we were just now getting home to pack. Joshy wasn't happy. Tracy and I know that because we watched out the window for him to come home and you could tell that he was already working up a lecture. JOKE IS ON YOU JOSHY!!! Tracy and I had showered, packed and got everything in the car before he got home!! It was one of the greatest moments ever to see his face!!<br /><br />However, we did forget one thing. The Keller grandkids presents. Since Tracy was the big present, we decided that the kids would just get something small to open. Over all, we did pretty good! But that's when Joshy caught me. Allow me to explain. Josh and I had agreed that since things were tight this year, we would not buy each other Christmas presents. Instead, we would get presents for Mason alone. The week before, Josh kept getting on my case about not wrapping the presents. I wasn't sure why he kept telling me to do this because there were still presents that hadn't been delivered so I wanted to wait to wrap all the presents at once. When I got home one night from work, I saw that he had wrapped some already. I was pretty sure this meant he was tired of me procrastinating and hinting that I needed to wrap. BUT I also had this feeling that the reason why he was so eager to wrap presents was that he had broken the rules and got me something but couldn't just wrap one thing because then I would know. So I intentionally waited until it was closer to his bed time to start wrapping presents. Once he shut the hall door, I waited 5 minutes to make sure he was good and asleep before I looked under the tree. And what did I see?! A PRESENT FOR MEE!!! From "Santa." I KNEW IT!! So I did not feel bad about previously going out to buy him a present and wrapping it for him. So when we were gathering Keller presents that Sunday afternoon, this man found my wrapped present and tried to be mad at me. Poo on you, Keller! You broke the rules first!!!<br /><br />After loading everything up and checking the house to make sure we hadn't forgotten anything, we were off to Hickory for the Keller Christmas. About 5 minutes before we got to the house, we text Josh's older brother, David, telling him to get everyone in the back room but to be stealthy about it. Joshy and I walked in the back door with Mason and sat down. Tracy waited in the car for about 2 minutes and then rang the doorbell. Deb (with M in her arms) and Chase &amp; Mackenzie in tow ran to answer the door. Then we hear screaming "UNCLE TRACY" "TRACY!!" followed by M having a meltdown for a completely different reason- ha! The kid doesn't do well with chaos which is very surprising to me since the Eaker house is always a zoo. Anyways, everyone was surprised and all was right in the world.<br /><br />We spent most of Monday getting ready for the dinner. I was slaving in the kitchen ALLLL day!! Haha - I kid, I kid! Pshhh, they wouldn't even let me get near the kitchen, those hookers! Instead, I got to hang out with the kids! David, Leah, Chase and Mackenzie came over early afternoon with Mackenzie's new puppy, Sassy. Here are some pics from our day:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Eu5G1QrBc0/UsbsABoLieI/AAAAAAAACGw/zvwmEeI5t4k/s1600/P1000684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Eu5G1QrBc0/UsbsABoLieI/AAAAAAAACGw/zvwmEeI5t4k/s1600/P1000684.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How many Kellers does it take to put together a walker?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQF040O8rWU/UsbsAyHF-sI/AAAAAAAACG0/tnNQZEfcN50/s1600/P1000686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQF040O8rWU/UsbsAyHF-sI/AAAAAAAACG0/tnNQZEfcN50/s1600/P1000686.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet Sassy or Sassy-frass as I call her</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vEcVe45SJhc/UsbsCUPbMPI/AAAAAAAACHA/khXgI6On-Ok/s1600/P1000689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vEcVe45SJhc/UsbsCUPbMPI/AAAAAAAACHA/khXgI6On-Ok/s1600/P1000689.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bna9POZArNE/Usbsr1Cak7I/AAAAAAAACHU/9ygREwVzweg/s1600/P1000690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bna9POZArNE/Usbsr1Cak7I/AAAAAAAACHU/9ygREwVzweg/s1600/P1000690.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5XxuoTK0ws/UsbsmEgax3I/AAAAAAAACHI/dkvUXxmXnIU/s1600/P1000693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5XxuoTK0ws/UsbsmEgax3I/AAAAAAAACHI/dkvUXxmXnIU/s1600/P1000693.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BVr8B4kN8w/UsbsrAodu4I/AAAAAAAACHQ/HBGAeLX7-is/s1600/P1000694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8BVr8B4kN8w/UsbsrAodu4I/AAAAAAAACHQ/HBGAeLX7-is/s1600/P1000694.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a38av_hHOXw/UsbtQ_FrnzI/AAAAAAAACHg/pCgT9fXtfFg/s1600/P1000698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a38av_hHOXw/UsbtQ_FrnzI/AAAAAAAACHg/pCgT9fXtfFg/s1600/P1000698.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mack with the photobomb. Isn't she the cutest?!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d195On3iZrM/UsbtxRugSiI/AAAAAAAACHw/8hZeTNRnNKs/s1600/P1000699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d195On3iZrM/UsbtxRugSiI/AAAAAAAACHw/8hZeTNRnNKs/s1600/P1000699.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't eat the puppy, Mase!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmXgx3KdJxI/UsbtuJCxOGI/AAAAAAAACHo/biBdyLmf4Cc/s1600/P1000700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmXgx3KdJxI/UsbtuJCxOGI/AAAAAAAACHo/biBdyLmf4Cc/s1600/P1000700.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nia1ImGEwfs/UsbuLhXr5vI/AAAAAAAACH4/1J4u1EawJ9w/s1600/P1000701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nia1ImGEwfs/UsbuLhXr5vI/AAAAAAAACH4/1J4u1EawJ9w/s1600/P1000701.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pulling the ear</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oSyc1lA6HE/UsbwD-CkUuI/AAAAAAAACIM/Jd6pO3jjGsI/s1600/P1000702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oSyc1lA6HE/UsbwD-CkUuI/AAAAAAAACIM/Jd6pO3jjGsI/s1600/P1000702.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy coming to Sassy's rescue, "gentle, Mase!"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yst2iwHCsPQ/UsbvXw1ZSPI/AAAAAAAACIE/m5vlymrev0o/s1600/P1000703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yst2iwHCsPQ/UsbvXw1ZSPI/AAAAAAAACIE/m5vlymrev0o/s1600/P1000703.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjG_3xUgM18/UsbwHwC68vI/AAAAAAAACIU/tENQ8w35gjw/s1600/P1000704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fjG_3xUgM18/UsbwHwC68vI/AAAAAAAACIU/tENQ8w35gjw/s1600/P1000704.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure why but this is my favorite pic!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBfC1Z3HYOc/UsbwyiUledI/AAAAAAAACIo/su1WyOZO5c0/s1600/P1000705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JBfC1Z3HYOc/UsbwyiUledI/AAAAAAAACIo/su1WyOZO5c0/s1600/P1000705.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1MQvmyBFCM/UsbwuqcNbiI/AAAAAAAACIg/F_eL-BeyPAA/s1600/P1000706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1MQvmyBFCM/UsbwuqcNbiI/AAAAAAAACIg/F_eL-BeyPAA/s1600/P1000706.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My paci, Sassy-frass!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O9Yp9KB-n8/Usbw4AEyu-I/AAAAAAAACIw/yN60G8TvMNI/s1600/P1000708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9O9Yp9KB-n8/Usbw4AEyu-I/AAAAAAAACIw/yN60G8TvMNI/s1600/P1000708.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lazy bums!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dKGylBStkQ/UsbxaXRePfI/AAAAAAAACI8/l0QGwV2JhBM/s1600/P1000709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--dKGylBStkQ/UsbxaXRePfI/AAAAAAAACI8/l0QGwV2JhBM/s1600/P1000709.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who wants a ride on Uncle Tracy??</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtU_Hi4L1y0/UsbxZ0UHtAI/AAAAAAAACI4/pbsxRIMzouI/s1600/P1000710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtU_Hi4L1y0/UsbxZ0UHtAI/AAAAAAAACI4/pbsxRIMzouI/s1600/P1000710.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a diiivvaa (sang like Beyonce's Diva song)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EIIZgd1I8Q/UsbxiuLjWJI/AAAAAAAACJI/hLoBb6jxl0A/s1600/P1000712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EIIZgd1I8Q/UsbxiuLjWJI/AAAAAAAACJI/hLoBb6jxl0A/s1600/P1000712.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're cute, Mack!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyYjM2z6Azk/UsbyJMglfxI/AAAAAAAACJU/MuFB6vxa23Q/s1600/P1000714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xyYjM2z6Azk/UsbyJMglfxI/AAAAAAAACJU/MuFB6vxa23Q/s1600/P1000714.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging with Uncle David.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Baaqo1Z6BoI/UsbyJ8DfswI/AAAAAAAACJY/Kk6gZcCNVhM/s1600/P1000715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Baaqo1Z6BoI/UsbyJ8DfswI/AAAAAAAACJY/Kk6gZcCNVhM/s1600/P1000715.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiUNLORkvt4/UsbyRvNMC8I/AAAAAAAACJk/pnIaJN0lvDs/s1600/P1000716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiUNLORkvt4/UsbyRvNMC8I/AAAAAAAACJk/pnIaJN0lvDs/s1600/P1000716.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyEybwqb2s0/Usbyp8kzj_I/AAAAAAAACJ0/aTeocpNdOfg/s1600/P1000721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xyEybwqb2s0/Usbyp8kzj_I/AAAAAAAACJ0/aTeocpNdOfg/s1600/P1000721.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ0sMz90HxM/UsbynHpMCUI/AAAAAAAACJs/ihQx4CEmDwE/s1600/P1000722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJ0sMz90HxM/UsbynHpMCUI/AAAAAAAACJs/ihQx4CEmDwE/s1600/P1000722.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Relaxing with Pop Pops</td></tr></tbody></table>That night we had a huge family dinner with the Kellers, Aunt Faith, and the Hermans. Dinner was delicious and I ate wayyy too much <strike>as usual</strike>. M got spoiled with tons of cool presents too. Here are some pics from that:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmLlNS4OY-0/UsbiYyTjbcI/AAAAAAAACDM/7kXq2kQzJ2o/s1600/P1000723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hmLlNS4OY-0/UsbiYyTjbcI/AAAAAAAACDM/7kXq2kQzJ2o/s1600/P1000723.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cX9Kr27rrY/UsbiZS5lWsI/AAAAAAAACDQ/za0EUjuQw3c/s1600/P1000725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cX9Kr27rrY/UsbiZS5lWsI/AAAAAAAACDQ/za0EUjuQw3c/s1600/P1000725.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_0nlPvHQfs/UsbiZu0npgI/AAAAAAAACDU/jJGVH6adVuM/s1600/P1000726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_0nlPvHQfs/UsbiZu0npgI/AAAAAAAACDU/jJGVH6adVuM/s1600/P1000726.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home boy loved the tissue and wrapping paper more than anything he got!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuT0RgKxdHg/Usbi_JZZyjI/AAAAAAAACDk/cPj_IViQVmI/s1600/P1000729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GuT0RgKxdHg/Usbi_JZZyjI/AAAAAAAACDk/cPj_IViQVmI/s1600/P1000729.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQmy4VZ5ez4/UsbjAopQDBI/AAAAAAAACDo/yTFwW8Pbq6c/s1600/P1000730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BQmy4VZ5ez4/UsbjAopQDBI/AAAAAAAACDo/yTFwW8Pbq6c/s1600/P1000730.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7FGA5nuFx8/UsbjAqx2twI/AAAAAAAACDs/lpCyjA7UWtA/s1600/P1000733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7FGA5nuFx8/UsbjAqx2twI/AAAAAAAACDs/lpCyjA7UWtA/s1600/P1000733.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snuggles with Uncle Tracy</td></tr></tbody></table>Monday night, everyone had a sleepover at the Kellers so we could wake up early to open presents. The adults had the best time playing card games that night! When we put Mason down he had the cutest Christmas pajamas on but I'll let you guess what happened to them the next morning. You're correct, he had a blow out before I could get any pictures. UGH! 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoiDH9poLlo/UsboiSZD5gI/AAAAAAAACGM/AOFhmgdzHzQ/s1600/P1000768.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAt1Qr-6onc/Usbo-pe7xtI/AAAAAAAACGU/0CgRZub_SmA/s1600/P1000771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iAt1Qr-6onc/Usbo-pe7xtI/AAAAAAAACGU/0CgRZub_SmA/s1600/P1000771.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tbQRpxX4v8/UsbpAiwMnyI/AAAAAAAACGc/rtdEXQbfvjk/s1600/P1000772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8tbQRpxX4v8/UsbpAiwMnyI/AAAAAAAACGc/rtdEXQbfvjk/s1600/P1000772.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryqEH9H5qic/UsbpFwJ5p1I/AAAAAAAACGk/FQbjAYCUWk4/s1600/P1000776.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryqEH9H5qic/UsbpFwJ5p1I/AAAAAAAACGk/FQbjAYCUWk4/s1600/P1000776.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Since it was Christmas Eve, we left around noon to get back to the house to unpack things and get ready for the Christmas Eve service. Please refer to the next blog for that!Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-61370317330208060212013-12-17T19:58:00.001-08:002013-12-17T21:44:08.868-08:005 Months OldYes, I am well aware that this is coming 2 weeks too late! I'm going to make this one quick!<br /><br />Our little boy has gotten SO BIG so quickly! I'm going to need for him to stop growing up so fast. Seriously, you blink and it's gone. Here's some updates from how he's progressing.<br /><br />Weight/Length: I have no idea on this. We don't go back until our 6 month check up. I can tell you that home boy is HUGE though! He's already started wearing 6-9 month clothing because he's so tall.<br /><br />Sleep: We are SUPER blessed on this. We aren't really sticklers on a strict nap schedule during the day so he usually naps whenever he wants to. Sometimes he'll nap during late morning, sometimes it's early afternoon. We usually let him decide. Someone asked me on how I felt about routines/schedules the other day and it really made me think about it. We live by a nighttime routine. I'm not sure if it's for M or more for us. I'd like to think that bath time then reading books lets him know that it's time to go to bed but I'm sure if we skipped one or the other he wouldn't be affected by it. I know a lot of people that depend on schedules throughout the day that work out really well for their children and I fought really hard for this. After all, I love schedules. I work better when I am on a schedule. It comforts me. I've also read that having structure to their day is comforting to toddlers/children. I really wanted him in a routine for nap time and bed time. Every child and parent I know that are on schedules live by them and I was determined that it was best for us. But then reality set in and I learned that maybe this is not what is best for our family or our child. In the big picture, Josh and I have very different schedules that change every day. Our weekends may be in the middle of the week. Those "weekends" are filled with us going 3473829473 different directions, that it is impossible (and trust me, I do not use this word lightly) to stick to a schedule.&nbsp;Because of this, it works out better for us because M is very flexible and adapts to change while we aren't restricted to a schedule. Now, I will say he kind of fell into a bed time schedule. I think this is partly because he takes short naps throughout the day or doesn't take one at all. Every night at 7:00 pm, home boy is exhausted! So depending on how tired/cranky he is, we start getting ready for bed around 7:00 or sometimes earlier. Like I said earlier, we do bath time (most nights), books, then bed and it works out great. I am also glad that he is really good about self-soothing/being in his crib. Once he's put to bed, he'll talk himself to sleep which usually takes about 5 minutes. From then he will sleep until 4:30-5:30 the next morning. After a morning bottle, I can put him back down and he'll sleep until 8:00 - 8:30. Like I said, he's a great sleeper!<br /><br />Feeding: We've been on formula for a while. He's eating on average 7 ounces every 3-4 hours. He usually goes longer stretches between meals in the morning and on average every 3 hours in the afternoons. We are eating a whole bowl of cereal in the morning. He's starting to get a hang of the spoon now and doesn't make as big of a mess. Or maybe that was just the person feeding him! Next week we are going to start on our vegetables. We're going to try making his food, we'll see how long that lasts!<br /><br />Firsts this month: He has been rolling on both sides a little more consistently now. He is also starting to sit up for long stretches of time. &nbsp;He is able to stand on his own while leaning against things. For instance, he will hold onto your hands or the table and stand up for long periods of time. Such a big boy!!<br /><br />Developments: He's grasping his toys a lot better now. He's more active in wanting to be sitting up to see things instead of laying down all the time. I'm pretty sure he's teething because he's been drooling buckets and everything he gets goes straight in his mouth.<br /><br />Likes: bath, pooping, waking up, sleeping, eating, looking at a bottle (any bottle really), his playmat, grasping toys, pulling hair, talking, squawking, jumping in his jumparoo thingy, bumbo, crinkly objects, music, being naked (which is good since he's always pooping himself and is mostly naked), pacifier, chewing, drooling, looking at Mommy or Daddy, smiling, laughing, Ms. Dawn, Jenna, Jayda, Collier, Mi Mi<br /><br />Dislikes: being hungry; He really doesn't have a lot of these. I will say that sometimes he just wants to be left alone. If you're holding him or if you're near him, he'll throw a tantrum and it's because he wants to go to sleep but he doesn't want you to hold him or touch him. He's a diva. He gets it from his father, I say! For the most part, he's a really great kid and loves life!<br /><br />What I'm thankful for: I'm thankful that God didn't listen to me when we said we didn't want children. M has been the best thing that has ever happened to us. He has brought so much light into our world. He is the best of both of us. He reminds us every day to be silly, not to take life so seriously, that we are needed, and that we are loved. I can't thank God enough for him. And I know I say this all the time, but I am also thankful for my husband. I know this isn't what we had planned but Josh has been so supportive and loves Mason as much as I do. He helps out around the house, with bath time, with everything. He doesn't judge me when I'm about to lose it, instead he just takes over. He is the best teammate I could ever have wished for and I could not do this without him. God has been so good to us! We are so very blessed!<br /><br />What I'm looking forward to: I can't wait for M's first Christmas! I know he won't remember it and won't care but I am so excited!! Especially for all the pictures! Then coming up after that is M's baptism! So much room for activities!<br /><br />Next Pediatricians appointment: Jan 7th<br /><br />How Mommy's doing: Great. There are moments that I still struggle but I hear that's common. Tonight M was a little cranky and I felt like a failure because I got aggravated with him. I've been really tired but am so grateful to have such a wonderful hubby to take over! I'm trying not to put so much pressure on myself in dealing with this whole Mommy thing. Going back to the lack of schedules from above. I have an idea of how things are <i>supposed</i> to work when I know it's not necessarily what's best for M or for us. That's one of my goals to be better at finding out what does work for us and not living by certain expectations I have put on myself. On happier news, I tried on pants yesterday and fit into a size 6!!! The 6's fit and I didn't have to struggle with the zipper!! But that dang muffin top made me get an 8. Still counts though!!<br /><br />Here are <strike>789247392384</strike>&nbsp;pics of M's 5 month photo shoot:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQN3N2qUQy8/UrEdK3QztEI/AAAAAAAACAQ/9WGqn8W-8W4/s1600/P1000666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQN3N2qUQy8/UrEdK3QztEI/AAAAAAAACAQ/9WGqn8W-8W4/s1600/P1000666.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVvbDV8EDmw/UrEdLSStiYI/AAAAAAAACAc/Rs79Uy1zZAA/s1600/P1000667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PVvbDV8EDmw/UrEdLSStiYI/AAAAAAAACAc/Rs79Uy1zZAA/s1600/P1000667.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCmg56dFxTU/UrEdJ2C08DI/AAAAAAAACAM/SzuvNe4RXhY/s1600/P1000671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JCmg56dFxTU/UrEdJ2C08DI/AAAAAAAACAM/SzuvNe4RXhY/s1600/P1000671.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwWeiA6Vo1s/UrEdLRZHg6I/AAAAAAAACAU/FPqN0M3zl2w/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwWeiA6Vo1s/UrEdLRZHg6I/AAAAAAAACAU/FPqN0M3zl2w/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSbYiQWXeuI/UrEdMMQ2osI/AAAAAAAACAk/FlRVScVk8XI/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gSbYiQWXeuI/UrEdMMQ2osI/AAAAAAAACAk/FlRVScVk8XI/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWHKudPxlxQ/UrEdMoZlQ6I/AAAAAAAACA4/hZTG-2bDC7o/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TWHKudPxlxQ/UrEdMoZlQ6I/AAAAAAAACA4/hZTG-2bDC7o/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8OiiBRf_Tw/UrEdNOYCGQI/AAAAAAAACA0/7NsQHhmov0I/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h8OiiBRf_Tw/UrEdNOYCGQI/AAAAAAAACA0/7NsQHhmov0I/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofveFEauiQc/UrEdOMeOM_I/AAAAAAAACBM/3xHhmCv5uRw/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ofveFEauiQc/UrEdOMeOM_I/AAAAAAAACBM/3xHhmCv5uRw/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwaiMZ86Qlg/UrEdL6PM_YI/AAAAAAAACA8/vdVgvLcKhT4/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwaiMZ86Qlg/UrEdL6PM_YI/AAAAAAAACA8/vdVgvLcKhT4/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Hope everyone has a happy Hump Day!!Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-52174268383393293422013-12-17T18:42:00.000-08:002013-12-17T18:43:39.934-08:00The Adventures of this Christmas SeasonHi friends! I know, it's been SO long! Two weeks maybe? I have been terrible at updating lately. I really don't have an excuse other than we've been super busy and by the time I've gotten home I am so sleepy I can't keep my eyes open <strike>let alone want to stay up writing</strike>. On a plus side, I got a job transfer and have been loving life working closer to home! I LOVE my new boss, and the drive to work is SO GREAT!! I look forward to starting this new adventure. Thanks for all the prayers, friends! Without any more stalling, here's what's been going on lately:<br /><br />Joshy had to work the weekend (two weekends ago) so we went out shopping with Mi Mi. To start out our morning, we HAD to go to the Dive In to meet Mi Mi and Paw Paw for breakfast. M was such a charmer, all the ladies were loving on him. Here's a couple of pics from our first stop..<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNYgfzVx-cg/UrD0Pa6GfUI/AAAAAAAAB7A/EB6KhCJRmd4/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dNYgfzVx-cg/UrD0Pa6GfUI/AAAAAAAAB7A/EB6KhCJRmd4/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRjGjg8eadg/UrD0PfIP_9I/AAAAAAAAB68/oT9fn2qrvmk/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xRjGjg8eadg/UrD0PfIP_9I/AAAAAAAAB68/oT9fn2qrvmk/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEshPVdxhGE/UrD0PM8pNpI/AAAAAAAAB64/SnJt9UZJU_k/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sEshPVdxhGE/UrD0PM8pNpI/AAAAAAAAB64/SnJt9UZJU_k/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />After a delish breakfast, we headed over to South Park mall. As we were walking in, I decided this was a great opportunity to change M's diaper before we got started. And yes, this is another poop story. Home boy had ANOTHER blow out in the Nordstrom's bathroom. Why does this always happen at the worst possible locations? Here we are in the extremely nice bathroom trying to get him clean. As one lady walks in (I see her sympathetic Mom look that says "I know how you feel") she sees me &amp; my mother trying to get M's clothes off without getting crap all over him <strike>moreso than it already is</strike>. Ms. Lady walks into the stall to do her business. As she walks out of her stall, I am bathing/washing off my poop-stained child while my mother is in the next sink over washing out his clothes so they won't be permanently stained. The look on her face was of pure horror as she looked at the poop-cleaning station. Poop clothes were on the changing station, poop on the blanket I changed him on that was on top of the changing station, poop socks, poop on his shoes, and a pile of poop-stained wipes on top of a over-flowing poop diaper. This is all taking place in a Nordstrom bathroom. WHYYY??? It's bad enough that I have just given my child a <strike>redneck</strike>&nbsp;bath in an expensive store, but now we have no place to put all of his poop soaked gear. My mother, bless her, goes to retrieve a bag to wrap everything up. Meanwhile, M is chilling in his diaper. Again. I swear this kid never has any clothes on due to his blowouts. Thank goodness I packed him another outfit <strike>that was way too small for him</strike>. And to think we were going for the festive look that morning. As we began our shopping, Mi Mi was determined that M had to get into the festive mood again. Which means she is a total sucker because the next department store we came to M was transformed into another little Christmas elf minus the reindeer droppings:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BS1ZT2zsPmY/UrD4VJ1P-yI/AAAAAAAAB7U/6aHpBLRFm5U/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BS1ZT2zsPmY/UrD4VJ1P-yI/AAAAAAAAB7U/6aHpBLRFm5U/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm glad everyone is happy and poop free</td></tr></tbody></table>On our way home from the mall, we got a phone call from Ms. Dawn asking us to come over to exchange gifts with Jenna. So off we go again:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aFWlAYoOKE/UrD4r6aQedI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Or8GI-rkKXE/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aFWlAYoOKE/UrD4r6aQedI/AAAAAAAAB7c/Or8GI-rkKXE/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at what M got from Ms. Jenna! He LOVES eating Charlie Brown while reading our stories!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sxObJIJKUI/UrD4yQCtJVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/dIcxIevEK3k/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sxObJIJKUI/UrD4yQCtJVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/dIcxIevEK3k/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ms. Jenna and Ms. Dawn gave M some super cute Christmas books along with Snoopy and Charlie Brown. We LOVE reading them!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0gekEXJ2AQ/UrD41DiXeyI/AAAAAAAAB70/8PypzxHRcyk/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t0gekEXJ2AQ/UrD41DiXeyI/AAAAAAAAB70/8PypzxHRcyk/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And we (Josh and I) got a super cute Santa and sleigh to add to our Christmas decorations.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAMFAnfyOsc/UrD4yGvVMFI/AAAAAAAAB7s/RO6Gh-SU5xc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DAMFAnfyOsc/UrD4yGvVMFI/AAAAAAAAB7s/RO6Gh-SU5xc/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our names are even on Santa's list!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later on that night, we went to Nae Nae and Uncle Jeff's annual Christmas party. It was past M's bed time so I wasn't sure how he would do. In the beginning, he got a little overwhelmed so I laid him down on Nae Nae's bed to see if he would fall asleep. I went in there five minutes later and he was playing with his feet and squawking at the fan, ha! Since it was obvious he was not going to go to sleep, up we went to go visit. Here are a couple of pics with Jay and Becca:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCzvSfrcCik/UrD6CWByWlI/AAAAAAAAB8E/6nkHqGFHFqE/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vCzvSfrcCik/UrD6CWByWlI/AAAAAAAAB8E/6nkHqGFHFqE/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zccjj5jp9ig/UrD6CTI-dAI/AAAAAAAAB8A/F63oZ44KM_A/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zccjj5jp9ig/UrD6CTI-dAI/AAAAAAAAB8A/F63oZ44KM_A/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We LOVE Jay and Becca and can't wait to see them again!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're going to flash forward to the next weekend. This was the weekend that I have been waiting on since this past July. We had been planning to go to the Polar Express at&nbsp;<a href="http://www.raleighnc.gov/arts/content/ParksRec/Articles/Parks/Pullen.html" target="_blank">Pullen Park</a>&nbsp;in Raleigh. I was SOO excited for this. I knew that M would never remember it but this park is just the coolest and I couldn't wait to take pics! I keep telling people that we need something like this in Charlotte because it makes so.much.money. Anyway, I was beyond excited about it &nbsp;until I looked at the weather report which said it was supposed to rain all.freaking.weekend. FAIL! We had tickets for Saturday night which was supposed to have the worst weather. Friday afternoon we received an email saying due to the weather, we could use our tickets to go to the Friday night or Sunday night park. DOUBLE FAIL since we couldn't leave until 6:00 pm Friday and we were leaving Sunday morning to come back home. So instead of packing up and rushing, we just decided to stay home<strike>&nbsp;and sulk</strike>. Since I was waiting for M to meet Santa at the Polar Express, we had not gone to see him yet. So that Saturday morning we went to the mall to stand in line for Santa pics. I will say that it is HIlarious to watch all the children get their photos taken with Santa <strike>especially those that scream</strike>. We weren't really sure how M would react to him and let's be honest, he <strike>probably doesn't care</strike>&nbsp;won't even remember it. After about 30 minutes, we finally got to Santa. At first, it was a little shaky and we were sure that he was going to scream but then he recovered:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnN7sVzPJ-M/UrD9zFbVrCI/AAAAAAAAB8c/ytB3UNLDbaI/s1600/P1000673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VnN7sVzPJ-M/UrD9zFbVrCI/AAAAAAAAB8c/ytB3UNLDbaI/s1600/P1000673.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOVpZU4Y1V4/UrD9u6wKXnI/AAAAAAAAB8U/1xeS30jgKrY/s1600/image_12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOVpZU4Y1V4/UrD9u6wKXnI/AAAAAAAAB8U/1xeS30jgKrY/s1600/image_12.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>We had a better picture from the lady but it still wasn't the best. I would like to say that I was extremely disappointed with the South Park lady taking pics. Their policy is that you can only take your own photos as long as you purchase their photos which I informed her that we were doing. I wanted to take some with my camera so it would be easier to upload on here. Well <strike>that biatch</strike>&nbsp;lady was so rude. When we sat him on Santa's lap, I started taking pics with my camera and Josh was taking with his phone and she very rudely said, "um, please let me get my pictures first". So we did. And there were several moment where M was laughing and she didn't get ANY OF THEM!! Listen <strike>bia</strike>&nbsp;lady, I have no problem with you taking photos but you were not only rude to us, but you didn't even get any good photos!! Then once she was done taking her photos, she rushed us with an attitude on her face while I took 1 photo. She used the noisemaker for her photo and then rushed us off without helping out with ours. 1 photo!! I was SO frustrated with her. I really wanted to <strike>rip off her stupid Christmas hat, throw it on the ground, step on it and then punch her in the throat while telling her that she should be fired as Santa's helper because she was not helpful at all and didn't deserve the "Santa's Helper" sticker that she wore on her shirt!! She was obviously an angry elf FROM THE South Pole</strike>&nbsp;tell her that she was really being unprofessional and needed a lesson in good customer service. Santa even felt the tension mounting. Santa knew she was being rude and he put her on the naughty list!! Take that you Scrooge!!<br /><br />After we got pics with Santa, we came home to clean and get ready for the Nester Tacky Christmas Party. This is probably one of my favorite things each year. Josh and I LOVE getting dressed up for it. We didn't think we would be in town because we were supposed to be in Raleigh, so we thought it would be a nice surprise for Josh's bestie, Lee, to make an appearance at the party. Also, since we weren't planning on going, we didn't prepare for it. This is a shocker because we LOVE dressing up each year and pride ourselves on having great outfits. So this year, we decided to trade outfits from last year. The results were...<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4PwXsm5cFc/UrEBDtEVflI/AAAAAAAAB9U/m-07lQDLanI/s1600/image_13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y4PwXsm5cFc/UrEBDtEVflI/AAAAAAAAB9U/m-07lQDLanI/s1600/image_13.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chestnuts roasting on an open fire??&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k36Er8y39TM/UrEBD1KyT5I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Z9pnfYRfQ-I/s1600/image_14.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k36Er8y39TM/UrEBD1KyT5I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Z9pnfYRfQ-I/s1600/image_14.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas from the Kellers</td></tr></tbody></table>A little background on Joshy's <strike>skirt</strike>&nbsp;"kilt" he is wearing. This was the <strike>heinous</strike>&nbsp;skirt that I found at Kmart last year. At first, Josh was all about wearing the "kilt" but as the afternoon/evening went on he was starting to chicken out. BUT it was SOO funny. In order for him to wear it, I told him that he could drink however much he wanted and I would stay sober and drive.... I should have let him wear the pants. I'm pretty sure that the babysitter thought we were nuts. &nbsp;At least we're fun?? Or just creepy... The party was a success though! And Joshy's bestie was SO surprised that it was totally worth it!<br /><div><br /></div><div>Sunday we got a visit from Grandma Debbie &amp; Pop Pops to see M and to also bring down our Christmas present. A few weeks ago, I sent Pop Pops a couple of ideas I had for our living room. If you don't know this, we live in an old mill house. These houses don't have any storage (there are no closets in this house) and &nbsp;having zero storage is tough since we have so much stuff! Now that M is getting more aware of his surroundings and we will start getting more toys, we won't have any place to put them. We could always stuff him in his room, but his room is tiny and it would be more crammed than it already is. Also, why would we put his toys in his room? I am never sitting in his room while he <strike>rolls around on the ground</strike>&nbsp;plays. Instead we're always in the den. Like I said before, we don't have a lot of space in this house for much so I was looking for a way that we could kill two birds with one stone<strike>&nbsp;sorry birdies! </strike>by having a storage space but use it as a table/bench too. Where do you go to find all of your household ideas?? Pinterest of course!! So I got to looking around and found these really cool corner benches that double as storage. I sent some ideas to Pop Pops and he began designing. So when I found out it was coming, I was SO stoked!! It is absolutely GORGEOUS!! I knew it would be, but Pop Pops outdid himself again!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc64ud8A96U/UrEEoQegSeI/AAAAAAAAB90/SPgnATzMN2g/s1600/P1000679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc64ud8A96U/UrEEoQegSeI/AAAAAAAAB90/SPgnATzMN2g/s1600/P1000679.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Special thanks to Grandma Debbie for making the cushions to go on top of the benches!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWzzQtt2QFA/UrEEq-YWpoI/AAAAAAAAB98/sDqDA8X27Lc/s1600/P1000680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BWzzQtt2QFA/UrEEq-YWpoI/AAAAAAAAB98/sDqDA8X27Lc/s1600/P1000680.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And there's our storage! YAYY!!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div>Isn't it just beautiful?! Thanks again Pop Pops and Grandma Debbie for all that you do!! Y'all are AWESOME!!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, I think I have babbles enough tonight. Here are some other photos of what we have been up to:</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPVkNKzUq88/UrEF2oIonrI/AAAAAAAAB_U/-pc7F01kkXM/s1600/P1000682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPVkNKzUq88/UrEF2oIonrI/AAAAAAAAB_U/-pc7F01kkXM/s1600/P1000682.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ms. Dawn spoils M so much! She got him this book that she recorded reading. I cried. We listen to it every night! It is hands down one of the favorite gifts I have ever gotten (and it wasn't even for me!).</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEN_67k4a1c/UrEFth5BdgI/AAAAAAAAB-E/pDwPphK5egg/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEN_67k4a1c/UrEFth5BdgI/AAAAAAAAB-E/pDwPphK5egg/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Yess surr, he's a teethin'"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vos-vK66H08/UrEFtoTHi1I/AAAAAAAAB-I/Ul16RXwPuB0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vos-vK66H08/UrEFtoTHi1I/AAAAAAAAB-I/Ul16RXwPuB0/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Yygllglg4E/UrEFuxX0tFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/3-V1QCTslEQ/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Yygllglg4E/UrEFuxX0tFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/3-V1QCTslEQ/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this pic. These are the moments that I treasure! Naps with Granny are the best!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hiKo_yRGMk/UrEFwQYQW6I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/-2-tQSDMiKo/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hiKo_yRGMk/UrEFwQYQW6I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/-2-tQSDMiKo/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">M was feeling extra clingy one night and I was attempting to be domestic by making dinner since Joshy was working late. So instead of laying him on the kitchen floor to let him watch me cook, I just strapped him on! He LOVED it. He did manage to almost pull one of the mixing bowls off the counter but we saved it. And the dinner was delish and edible!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPB8l2fIIoI/UrEFz63zVbI/AAAAAAAAB-w/lfFH4gFMLwY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PPB8l2fIIoI/UrEFz63zVbI/AAAAAAAAB-w/lfFH4gFMLwY/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">M with his bestie Jayda!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijxDhnmF6wg/UrEF1dw1C5I/AAAAAAAAB-4/dyolq5tJjKA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijxDhnmF6wg/UrEF1dw1C5I/AAAAAAAAB-4/dyolq5tJjKA/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He has been the biggest wiggle worm! I set him down in his bouncer and when I turned back around I found him like this, ha!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVDd41aNMG8/UrEFzTVoVMI/AAAAAAAAB-k/gFxhSNYJGyU/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVDd41aNMG8/UrEFzTVoVMI/AAAAAAAAB-k/gFxhSNYJGyU/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Passed out while burping</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss7AlIwnIxE/UrEF0ZjOjDI/AAAAAAAAB-s/wxI6o5IL5PQ/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss7AlIwnIxE/UrEF0ZjOjDI/AAAAAAAAB-s/wxI6o5IL5PQ/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I always made fun of Mom's that dressed their kids up in Christmas sweaters. This will be one of the moments when M gets older and makes fun of me.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-veN1xp76QQo/UrEF2Zl3M3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/ZmCDHN88diY/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-veN1xp76QQo/UrEF2Zl3M3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/ZmCDHN88diY/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1FMRWb3q6w/UrEF2hTawsI/AAAAAAAAB_I/yDP0_b9yqnY/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r1FMRWb3q6w/UrEF2hTawsI/AAAAAAAAB_I/yDP0_b9yqnY/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loves his Grandma Debbie!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fG6eXieO0hE/UrEF3BBYoLI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Ja3XE5xQ54k/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fG6eXieO0hE/UrEF3BBYoLI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Ja3XE5xQ54k/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating his Daddy's shorts and Mommy's shopping receipt.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpqWZm6Y8VM/UrEF3t3lY4I/AAAAAAAAB_g/9kfbXEQrKss/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qpqWZm6Y8VM/UrEF3t3lY4I/AAAAAAAAB_g/9kfbXEQrKss/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I leave you with this Christmas tree that M (Ms. Dawn) made.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div>I can't thank God enough for everything that he has done for us. I cannot wait to see what else he has in store for us! I hope everyone has a very great Christmas! Safe travels!&nbsp;</div>Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-45318293061908150032013-12-03T12:34:00.002-08:002013-12-17T16:42:44.597-08:00App/Turkey Day RoundupHi friends! We have been so busy lately that I have not <strike>had the energy</strike>&nbsp;had the chance to catch up. So this is going to be a very long post with <strike>about 23894723498573489&nbsp;</strike>lots of pics and videos. Two weekends ago, we went up to Boone to celebrate the opening of the cabin and also to watch the ASU/WCU game for the last Battle for the Jug. We woke up that morning and it was FREEZING!! So we made sure to bundle the kiddies up extra warm. My BIL Danny had a friend that was working and allowed us to take pics on the football field. Here are some of those:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PH99hvrwd1s/Up4rxW0y3aI/AAAAAAAABsY/vlSyKRd8wMw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PH99hvrwd1s/Up4rxW0y3aI/AAAAAAAABsY/vlSyKRd8wMw/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gxFI4Mxhv0/Up4rxd-FI0I/AAAAAAAABsc/jbZfUgoZ1N8/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gxFI4Mxhv0/Up4rxd-FI0I/AAAAAAAABsc/jbZfUgoZ1N8/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzNXhAFM7W8/Up4rxRVSlAI/AAAAAAAABsg/QEHgzrPcCMw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vzNXhAFM7W8/Up4rxRVSlAI/AAAAAAAABsg/QEHgzrPcCMw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDwaoND0KOs/Up4rxzXqqxI/AAAAAAAABss/o3XDxGNc22I/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uDwaoND0KOs/Up4rxzXqqxI/AAAAAAAABss/o3XDxGNc22I/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is prob my favorite pic because of L's face. Priceless!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3B0y64jChQ/Up4ryLXBXuI/AAAAAAAABs0/CMCSs5waTcE/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3B0y64jChQ/Up4ryLXBXuI/AAAAAAAABs0/CMCSs5waTcE/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjOmJ4kRkAQ/Up4ryv08iQI/AAAAAAAABs4/BdtIMqD4Ulo/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjOmJ4kRkAQ/Up4ryv08iQI/AAAAAAAABs4/BdtIMqD4Ulo/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8k6FjuLdjg/Up4ryzhal0I/AAAAAAAABtM/DAggwdHDZck/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8k6FjuLdjg/Up4ryzhal0I/AAAAAAAABtM/DAggwdHDZck/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnB9upWXIqE/Up4rzAMvUoI/AAAAAAAABtI/KFh3KfiPUmk/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TnB9upWXIqE/Up4rzAMvUoI/AAAAAAAABtI/KFh3KfiPUmk/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br />It was wayy too cold for <strike>us</strike>&nbsp;the kids so we only stayed at tailgating for about an hour before heading back to the cabin. However, the boys did manage to&nbsp;<strike>get hammered</strike>&nbsp;stay until halftime and my mom went to go pick them up. On Sunday we woke up early and stopped by Hickory to see Josh's parents before heading back home.<br /><br />Our facility was closed last Thursday and Friday. Needless to say I was counting down the hours on Wednesday until I had my 4 day weekend. It was much needed! Thursday morning we were heading to Asheboro to have Thanksgiving lunch with my mom's side of the family. Here are some <strike>adorable</strike>&nbsp;pics that we got:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S07ic-c3ioQ/Up4tjFFFC2I/AAAAAAAABtw/iOqpSIDW6Ic/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S07ic-c3ioQ/Up4tjFFFC2I/AAAAAAAABtw/iOqpSIDW6Ic/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGQZ3qG_jAc/Up4tjaeqRKI/AAAAAAAABt4/NfsQgJ3AKWg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGQZ3qG_jAc/Up4tjaeqRKI/AAAAAAAABt4/NfsQgJ3AKWg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIWNdFk8K20/Up4tjXYtNgI/AAAAAAAABt0/lKAFSKtss2Q/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zIWNdFk8K20/Up4tjXYtNgI/AAAAAAAABt0/lKAFSKtss2Q/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">M and Papa</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRtOUQeMqDA/Up4tjyqLX8I/AAAAAAAABuA/gPVbPZhMJw0/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRtOUQeMqDA/Up4tjyqLX8I/AAAAAAAABuA/gPVbPZhMJw0/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2S8zp2syztE/Up4uyZDhBsI/AAAAAAAABuc/jsS2Xq-PDL0/s1600/P1000586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2S8zp2syztE/Up4uyZDhBsI/AAAAAAAABuc/jsS2Xq-PDL0/s1600/P1000586.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrS_wo1fKMQ/Up4u4ZfTfNI/AAAAAAAABuk/p_MH8oSd51U/s1600/P1000588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrS_wo1fKMQ/Up4u4ZfTfNI/AAAAAAAABuk/p_MH8oSd51U/s1600/P1000588.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRaUdrTZKnA/Up4uwh55LtI/AAAAAAAABuU/7hnkaW3BJL4/s1600/P1000591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRaUdrTZKnA/Up4uwh55LtI/AAAAAAAABuU/7hnkaW3BJL4/s1600/P1000591.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1M3yYtHe-jQ/Up4vYd12_HI/AAAAAAAABus/VpoiwZYG054/s1600/P1000594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1M3yYtHe-jQ/Up4vYd12_HI/AAAAAAAABus/VpoiwZYG054/s1600/P1000594.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmekElLXiww/Up4vZZq2hWI/AAAAAAAABuw/Wy9KRQ2VOp0/s1600/P1000595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pmekElLXiww/Up4vZZq2hWI/AAAAAAAABuw/Wy9KRQ2VOp0/s1600/P1000595.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">M &amp; Granny</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uBamXwH7eI/Up4vf4PR_II/AAAAAAAABu8/otJpH6BVcu4/s1600/P1000597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uBamXwH7eI/Up4vf4PR_II/AAAAAAAABu8/otJpH6BVcu4/s1600/P1000597.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After 62 years of marriage, these two are closer than ever! An inspiration to us all!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVGrj2QCdXE/Up4v-0z4y5I/AAAAAAAABvE/LOcRDIS1a3g/s1600/P1000600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pVGrj2QCdXE/Up4v-0z4y5I/AAAAAAAABvE/LOcRDIS1a3g/s1600/P1000600.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle David loves him some babies!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wed9rJWbmB4/Up4wBgrxnnI/AAAAAAAABvM/M13MirSES3M/s1600/P1000603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wed9rJWbmB4/Up4wBgrxnnI/AAAAAAAABvM/M13MirSES3M/s1600/P1000603.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">L and her MiMi</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUyWEzZIPnU/Up4wHZN-ZAI/AAAAAAAABvU/0jlcZfYWZpE/s1600/P1000604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUyWEzZIPnU/Up4wHZN-ZAI/AAAAAAAABvU/0jlcZfYWZpE/s1600/P1000604.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our big boy tried out a high chair for the first time and loved it!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gra0cVkX-g/Up4wmpzPt_I/AAAAAAAABvc/wxWNMVSKCIQ/s1600/P1000611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gra0cVkX-g/Up4wmpzPt_I/AAAAAAAABvc/wxWNMVSKCIQ/s1600/P1000611.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCGBrpbyAlA/Up4wp0sW-_I/AAAAAAAABvk/UNtjceha7zU/s1600/P1000615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCGBrpbyAlA/Up4wp0sW-_I/AAAAAAAABvk/UNtjceha7zU/s1600/P1000615.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was enthralled with himself in the mirror</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-b4-ySQnr0/Up4wtpc6RSI/AAAAAAAABvs/fwzL4K_NJio/s1600/P1000617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-b4-ySQnr0/Up4wtpc6RSI/AAAAAAAABvs/fwzL4K_NJio/s1600/P1000617.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smBcQPvibyU/Up4xDbjaWcI/AAAAAAAABv0/oqOfYgAWTzM/s1600/P1000618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smBcQPvibyU/Up4xDbjaWcI/AAAAAAAABv0/oqOfYgAWTzM/s1600/P1000618.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bless it.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGiAPwhphDI/Up4xFLl-ZDI/AAAAAAAABv8/KhJtFnRtPJQ/s1600/P1000620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iGiAPwhphDI/Up4xFLl-ZDI/AAAAAAAABv8/KhJtFnRtPJQ/s1600/P1000620.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Once we were done with lunch, we made the hike up to the cabin to spend a long weekend there. It was SO nice just to hang out with everyone. We are always so busy running all different directions that we never get to enjoy each other as much. Needless to say there was a lot of beverages consumed&nbsp;<strike>mostly from our husbands</strike>&nbsp;and card playing. The perfect weekend! Friday we pretty much hung out, but Saturday we went to go get our Christmas tree before going to see the <strike>my husband, Liam, play Gale in the&nbsp;</strike>Hunger Games.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S769EZqZig4/Up4ywYWWmjI/AAAAAAAABwI/Pf8hnocSPFs/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S769EZqZig4/Up4ywYWWmjI/AAAAAAAABwI/Pf8hnocSPFs/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty nice pic of the cabin</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BH3HA_376pU/Up4z6h8HQgI/AAAAAAAABwY/h0x0gvdUJTo/s1600/P1000629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BH3HA_376pU/Up4z6h8HQgI/AAAAAAAABwY/h0x0gvdUJTo/s1600/P1000629.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loved the hay ride!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5RclOJx5VM/Up4z8b3Zh8I/AAAAAAAABwc/LGnR_XdyjyA/s1600/P1000630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b5RclOJx5VM/Up4z8b3Zh8I/AAAAAAAABwc/LGnR_XdyjyA/s1600/P1000630.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjV83Z5O8RQ/Up40neWmWgI/AAAAAAAABwo/J2yKelTyY6E/s1600/P1000636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjV83Z5O8RQ/Up40neWmWgI/AAAAAAAABwo/J2yKelTyY6E/s1600/P1000636.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQZH7H9Ggo/Up40p08ol6I/AAAAAAAABww/Q4yXD-PhU00/s1600/P1000638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJQZH7H9Ggo/Up40p08ol6I/AAAAAAAABww/Q4yXD-PhU00/s1600/P1000638.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5-HSl8ua30/Up40vnUsGcI/AAAAAAAABw4/jKgLrQS6xKM/s1600/P1000643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5-HSl8ua30/Up40vnUsGcI/AAAAAAAABw4/jKgLrQS6xKM/s1600/P1000643.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_QPwtjAzQk/Up41bs2aOcI/AAAAAAAABxE/YE81YsDgGP8/s1600/P1000645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_QPwtjAzQk/Up41bs2aOcI/AAAAAAAABxE/YE81YsDgGP8/s1600/P1000645.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDI4WmFodW4/Up41eSb_NdI/AAAAAAAABxM/EEQIAnCY1No/s1600/P1000650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yDI4WmFodW4/Up41eSb_NdI/AAAAAAAABxM/EEQIAnCY1No/s1600/P1000650.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7TBRpVcyH4/Up41ivScOzI/AAAAAAAABxU/M8Bkr4TmpEE/s1600/P1000653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7TBRpVcyH4/Up41ivScOzI/AAAAAAAABxU/M8Bkr4TmpEE/s1600/P1000653.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onOaLnL9ZZU/Up41wiTNrNI/AAAAAAAABxc/0Qydfnz9zWs/s1600/P1000656.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-onOaLnL9ZZU/Up41wiTNrNI/AAAAAAAABxc/0Qydfnz9zWs/s1600/P1000656.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div><br />Saturday night we had the kids sleep in their matching pajamas the Aunt Sarah had gotten for them. I'm not sure you can handle the cuteness that follows:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYIa2okAF7Q/Up42_AIgsqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/mn5HP5TZl1w/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yYIa2okAF7Q/Up42_AIgsqI/AAAAAAAAByQ/mn5HP5TZl1w/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrDxS2qRmY8/Up42_XLmTtI/AAAAAAAAByY/BaeSqSd2Ib4/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrDxS2qRmY8/Up42_XLmTtI/AAAAAAAAByY/BaeSqSd2Ib4/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N2YaqsJuQQ/Up42_eQQuQI/AAAAAAAAByU/7yKgv_8zEpc/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2N2YaqsJuQQ/Up42_eQQuQI/AAAAAAAAByU/7yKgv_8zEpc/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmCpY1Dt5vQ/Up42_wurN9I/AAAAAAAAByo/unhunaFN2fY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmCpY1Dt5vQ/Up42_wurN9I/AAAAAAAAByo/unhunaFN2fY/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcIi_Rjzoio/Up43ADIl57I/AAAAAAAAByk/vX4ZpfPbPeQ/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcIi_Rjzoio/Up43ADIl57I/AAAAAAAAByk/vX4ZpfPbPeQ/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><br />We had a BLAST this past weekend and were so sad that we had to come back. Here are some more pics and videos of the past couple of weeks..<br /><br />Here's what has been happening with Ms. Dawn:<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ye34Hpv4zsM/Up422VH9FjI/AAAAAAAABx8/1Ao3e1T6w0A/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ye34Hpv4zsM/Up422VH9FjI/AAAAAAAABx8/1Ao3e1T6w0A/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aren't these the cutest? It's of his little feet!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMwWVez_rik/Up422WGxQQI/AAAAAAAAByA/WlVnOsPOETg/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMwWVez_rik/Up422WGxQQI/AAAAAAAAByA/WlVnOsPOETg/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6k0BFXKcAIU/Up443_7UjnI/AAAAAAAABy8/l3-chmu6I_E/s1600/IMG_20131202_090826.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6k0BFXKcAIU/Up443_7UjnI/AAAAAAAABy8/l3-chmu6I_E/s1600/IMG_20131202_090826.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ms. Dawn says that he loves this walker and I'm so glad since it's one of his Christmas presents!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/vAqLe4WgYBY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div>I couldn't figure out how to turn the video on this one. Oh well! But please take a moment to look below:<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NREOVzAB9Tk/Up422EwRiFI/AAAAAAAABx4/_xi56s1PpyY/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NREOVzAB9Tk/Up422EwRiFI/AAAAAAAABx4/_xi56s1PpyY/s1600/image_8.jpeg" /></a></div>See the bowl?? He ate all.the.rice. WHAT THE FRENCH TOAST, M?! We have been trying to get him to simply eat the rice for weeks now and he just spits it back out at us or give us an ugly cry face/tantrum. I can't get him to eat but maybe a couple of bites.One morning it was so bad that it looked like someone had planted a rice bomb in my living room. It looks like it snowed. He was caked in rice, his nose was filled with rice, in his hair, in my hair, all over the table, all over his pants, on his shirt (which how does it get under his shirt?? He was wearing a bib that covered his entire upper body?!?!), on my clothes, on the floor, on the Bumbo that he was sitting in, on the couch, on our new carpet, on our wall. How did it get on the wall you ask? Because the little Poop Magoo would put his fingers around his mouth (because it's obvious no rice was getting inside his mouth due to him spitting it out everywhere) OR while I was trying to concentrate on saving the rice from falling everywhere he would grab the bowl, coat his fingers with rice and begin slinging said rice infested fingers all over the place. I'm pretty sure he may have eaten one spoon of rice and the rest was everywhere else. Every time he eats I put on a rain poncho. And Josh won't even attempt to feed him. WHYYYY??? So we have decided. The only reasoning why he will cooperate with Ms. Dawn is because she is a Saint/baby whisperer. And it's not just with the food. Mase <b><i>always</i></b>&nbsp;cooperates with her and never pitches a temper tantrum. I'm being serious. She called one day last week to tell me that she got to witness one of his tantrums. He's been staying with her for almost 4 months now and this is the first time???? He does it at least once a week with us! Please teach us your ways, Ms. Dawn!! We are so blessed to have you with us and M does not know how lucky he is! But we will for sure remind him!!<br /><br />Here is some more cuteness for you:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z6ibQAzprgo?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div>His laugh is THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD!!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/IHOPSp8cDz4?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div>We got him this jumper. Best.investment.ever. He LOVES this thing. He will sit in it for hours!! And you can get them wayy cheap on&nbsp;<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Graco-Bumper-Jumper-Little-Jungle/dp/B000WJLKQM/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1386101468&amp;sr=8-7&amp;keywords=jumperoo" target="_blank">Amazon</a>.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-sdK2P-WBw/Up47RTtYZdI/AAAAAAAABzo/v9vmmFCgGhM/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-sdK2P-WBw/Up47RTtYZdI/AAAAAAAABzo/v9vmmFCgGhM/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last week we were finally able to stop by and say "hello" to Carla. Doesn't she look so good holding that baby Casey???&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGavYVHVtIc/Up47SeWzqrI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/MQC1dMY4EEo/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hGavYVHVtIc/Up47SeWzqrI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/MQC1dMY4EEo/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She NEEDS one. Or you can just borrow M, too ;-)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3dn4iKn0Ok/Up47Rn8ZHTI/AAAAAAAABz0/_tHUMVfCGLg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I3dn4iKn0Ok/Up47Rn8ZHTI/AAAAAAAABz0/_tHUMVfCGLg/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZUMKCGxv_c/Up47Rk5pGUI/AAAAAAAABzs/qY6pqtaOeMw/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZUMKCGxv_c/Up47Rk5pGUI/AAAAAAAABzs/qY6pqtaOeMw/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCJ96yh90gA/Up47RxYrJhI/AAAAAAAABz8/rWfdhNWUovI/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCJ96yh90gA/Up47RxYrJhI/AAAAAAAABz8/rWfdhNWUovI/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pE3d62VBwo/Up47SocQZjI/AAAAAAAAB0E/wSj_41O1de4/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_pE3d62VBwo/Up47SocQZjI/AAAAAAAAB0E/wSj_41O1de4/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQc4-fmA9-4/Up47S5jNyvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/1ohhU7p0GbM/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQc4-fmA9-4/Up47S5jNyvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/1ohhU7p0GbM/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T31w_t00yEw/Up47UTnS0UI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Q1qtDFWfRXA/s1600/image_10.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T31w_t00yEw/Up47UTnS0UI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Q1qtDFWfRXA/s1600/image_10.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at those kicks! Love them!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK-E6gxXt9A/Up47UUiM7rI/AAAAAAAAB0g/leXrrxjFJJ4/s1600/image_11.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK-E6gxXt9A/Up47UUiM7rI/AAAAAAAAB0g/leXrrxjFJJ4/s1600/image_11.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then it happened... Today, he FINISHED his entire bowl of rice for me. &nbsp;AND I didn't even have to wear my poncho. SUCCESS IS MINE!! &nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>For more pics of the round up, hop on over to my sister&nbsp;<a href="http://www.the-baum-squad.com/" target="_blank">Sarah's Blog</a>!&nbsp;I'm really going to try hard not to have two weeks in between! Hope everyone has a Happy Tuesday!!Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152991368413508602.post-11672836060001064402013-11-15T05:32:00.001-08:002013-11-15T05:32:13.564-08:00Sir $hits-a-lot Strikes AgainJust when you think you're in the clear.... Sir $hits-a-lot strikes again. We were really going good for a while and not having blowouts. Well, that changed this week. Everyone told me this happened but I really thought they were exaggerating. When people would talk about this, I would often wonder if there were something wrong with their child. I mean seriously, who can possibly have that many blowouts? And there's also their exaggeration when they say it comes out different directions. How does it come out of the back? The front? The sides? Isn't that what the diaper is for?? Then I look in his britches and it all makes sense. Sometimes, I don't even have to look in his pants. It's clearly all over his clothes. We lost a lot of good men in the britches war zone this week alone. He's managed to poop through his sleeping onesie AND swaddle (twice); his entire outfit which included a onesie, corduroy pants, vest AND MY CLOTHES (how you manage to crap through those and then onto my shirt is.... amazing. Seriously, I'm not even mad. I'm impressed); and a sweater onesie that he was wearing yesterday.<br /><br />To make matters worse, when I go to change him he is a bundle of joy and blatantly laughs in my face. I'm not talking giggles, I'm talking full belly laughs and squeals. He's so stealthy about it too. For example, when we returned from some errands earlier this week I was getting him out of the car seat ever so gently as to not wake him up and let him sleep on me because we all know that if you manage to get him from the car seat and into your arms without waking him up is a success. I was NOT going to chance having to put him down in his crib without waking him up. No complaints, right? Wrong. Right about the time I sat down with my sweet little sleeping nugget, I smell it. He has cleverly caught me in a inner battle. Do I wake him up if he's sleeping? No. Therefore, I have to sit through his crappy-poop-pants smell for AN HOUR!! It gets better. He wakes up giggling and smiling. I start to change him. He's pooped through his onesie, cordoroy pants, vest AND onto my clothes!! How does this happen? Is there any even in his diaper??? It looked like a sewer tank exploded in his britches and no on mine. So while I changed everything, he was looking like this for the next hour or so:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bC-YI4TH2MQ/UoYe5B8ahII/AAAAAAAABq0/CzXxrOZU__w/s1600/image_7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bC-YI4TH2MQ/UoYe5B8ahII/AAAAAAAABq0/CzXxrOZU__w/s1600/image_7.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-RRkMbl--c/UoYe5G9Y8yI/AAAAAAAABqw/l-tvxTnKfSk/s1600/image_8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-RRkMbl--c/UoYe5G9Y8yI/AAAAAAAABqw/l-tvxTnKfSk/s1600/image_8.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who me? I would never poop all over you Mommy!</td></tr></tbody></table>This is what my life has come to. What they say is true, the first year of their life is filled with conversations about poop. Good thing you're cute, kid! Just remember, pay back is a bia and you're not putting me in a home when I'm older!<br /><br />Here's a few other things that have been happening this week:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MD5V2-_2CCY/UoYgTdsZsaI/AAAAAAAABrM/6L-IIJ5RoTI/s1600/image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MD5V2-_2CCY/UoYgTdsZsaI/AAAAAAAABrM/6L-IIJ5RoTI/s1600/image.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn6-n08hzsQ/UoYgTaqC8SI/AAAAAAAABrI/fdz759Zv0r0/s1600/image_1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn6-n08hzsQ/UoYgTaqC8SI/AAAAAAAABrI/fdz759Zv0r0/s1600/image_1.jpeg" height="320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go Panthers!!! He crapped through this outfit, too.&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BvolVxLmreM/UoYgS2eatEI/AAAAAAAABrE/WCqGL7HQ2ww/s1600/image_2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BvolVxLmreM/UoYgS2eatEI/AAAAAAAABrE/WCqGL7HQ2ww/s1600/image_2.jpeg" height="239" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvL3METhCMo/UoYgUIIUfKI/AAAAAAAABrc/vQd2m65F63I/s1600/image_3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mvL3METhCMo/UoYgUIIUfKI/AAAAAAAABrc/vQd2m65F63I/s1600/image_3.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We LOVED visiting Mrs. Jane this week at church!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR3z3LKPGps/UoYgUv-8b2I/AAAAAAAABrg/X55Yfsmwziw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vR3z3LKPGps/UoYgUv-8b2I/AAAAAAAABrg/X55Yfsmwziw/s1600/image_4.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kpFx7ob1Xc/UoYgU4nm31I/AAAAAAAABro/s-oUVCt-umg/s1600/image_5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1kpFx7ob1Xc/UoYgU4nm31I/AAAAAAAABro/s-oUVCt-umg/s1600/image_5.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hgw5D21SKE4/UoYgV3LquwI/AAAAAAAABr4/zmYMzSfL1gQ/s1600/image_6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hgw5D21SKE4/UoYgV3LquwI/AAAAAAAABr4/zmYMzSfL1gQ/s1600/image_6.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast with Paw Paw is our favorite!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z712se_Lg2g/UoYgV5sTjkI/AAAAAAAABr0/13TiHZHn8ks/s1600/image_9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z712se_Lg2g/UoYgV5sTjkI/AAAAAAAABr0/13TiHZHn8ks/s1600/image_9.jpeg" height="320" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just can't get enough of him!!&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>We ALSO started food this week. He didn't really seem to hate it. Ms. Dawn has been practicing with the spoon lately so I had high hopes for tonight. And Poop Magoo did not disappoint:<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/0OMxtLrj-LQ?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0' /></div><br /><br />Next up, we are hosting our first Thanksgiving tomorrow for the Keller side of the family. I can't wait to assist <strike>supervise </strike>&nbsp;the chef in making it!&nbsp;Happy Friday y'all!Katy Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07618243699789278036noreply@blogger.com1